With Painted Words

The Futile Ecstasy

Your black bra is my border.

I tear the border apart and become

The citizen of the world.

I crossed mountains, my hands caressing your breasts.

A shiver ran through your body, my hands scarlet cold in snowy white peaks.

I shoot guns to bring forth joyous life, to end tyranny in the barren green land.

But our gossamer ecstasy has become the essence of my existence in the mountains!