Intensity

I like my intensity
And the colours of challenges
I like the harmony of the tightrope
And I like the mistake of healing by microbe

I float on my extremes
Of power, love and misery
I like the pure crash of my oppositional symphony
I like the freedom of my suicide feelings
And I like the reason standing in my ceiling

I love my body without soul
The bite of a wet kiss
And  the pain of breaking down, though

And I love to lay me down shattered in the floor
I like to break my open door
I love my drama
And my confusion
I love my world inside
And my compulsion

Marina Cangussu F. Salomão