Motherland of pearly stars Beneath a heaven of shells You unskin my voice And all I am is rumor. I am sure my words are lost out there Pulsing sighs and digging pains as the wing of a miracle Rubs my chin and fades away. I drink the milk of death. I crave your breast I miss the roundness of your nipples. Motherland of bleeding moons, The color of sadness dreams you. The night is a mare that eludes you Your cold lips are a broken map. I drink the milk of death. I crave your breast I am a ghost. You slip through my hands.