My egg - the half

[Henri]

I moaned twice
to let you out, in pain I sighed
and have you breathe the dark.
The air I shared
made you live.
I soared -
the scream my lungs sent out
to burn the leaves that stop the sun.
You walked on me, through me
your toes dragged the little waves,
you know,
the ones that lick like fire tongues.
Pale
in my heart your blood weeps
not once it ceased to beat
You took a piss at fallen altars
with idol-praises underneath
taking a roll,
along they croll.
For what is told as glowing truth
is but a mere pervert joke.

[kulla]

one last dance
for the worm,
no worries.
where the worms
wore out of wrongs,
end up in tequilla bottles;
down south,
where orixas
wearing white
lead our dance
in the dance of light,
and in chilli, too,
where hot and sweaty,
we see the funny side
of the worm by the sea
and the whole world,
the earth-cheese
and it's holes,
damned to walk it
with half an egg,
glad that half was you.

one last dance
for the worm,
no worries,
we'll eat the earth, too.