I Shall Come In You. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

I shall come in you a breeze
Of a luscious summer eve.
Inside I shall ride tide after tide
To the farthest limits of resistance
The quickened membranes of substance
That you may ultimately peak
At quintessential levels
Of satiety.
Your eyes running wild
Shall see
Beyond wavy dreams,
Screams
Of ecstasy.
And when comes the moment
Of deliverance
Flowers and stars shall bloom
Inside your fuzzy brain
Leaving no room
For fallacy.
And I shall pour all of my pride
You shall be my mother, my sister, my niece,
My daughter, my aunt, my bride.
Time shall come to a freeze.

I shall come in you a breeze
Of a luscious summer eve.
And time's drums shall cease
When Eve and Adam
We become.