Blue Soldier Night

You lay your head into my lap I strike your face The taxi rushes through the night I’m endlessly far away Blue soldier moment Oh sweet, grown-up woman We’re hovering, gliding in the opposite of home It is stickily-white, like heroin, thick, and it carries death in itself Don’t worry, I will not try to sleep with you, I say Staggering through your Kafkaesque dungeon One thousand rooms Losing myself there in your multiplicity and being blissful Time is stretching toughly like plasticine It is dark around me I finally find your bed Am I torturing you, darling? you ask We pass away I’m holding your black curly head in my arms Breathing heavily and deeply My heart is running Oh night, oh grown-up woman, oh heroin Sticky-white death I’m choking, craning my neck into the heavy night air Oh Yoon, your hair, bristly and smoky I’m inhaling your smell Our bodies full of sebum Our lungs blackened Death is lying in wait But heaven is where hell is The hell of decompensation pukes emotion Pure emotion Only emotion Eternal emotion I am nothing but emotion, no human being, no son, never again son Only art, purity Yoon, heroine, the detour has washed me to your shore Where are you now? I’m lying here in your arms, in the Glaslights of your brothel Oh, lock me up in your grown-up heart