“Fever your sex is a crab”

Fever your sex is a crab

Fever the cats feed on your green nipples

Fever the quick movement of your lower back

The eagerness of your cannibalistic tissues

The grip of your tubes that quiver and cry out

Tear my leather fingers

Snatch at my pistons

Fever dead sponge bloated with softness

My mouth runs along your horizon

A traveler unafraid on a frenzied sea

Translated from the French