As usual    the door is secured    with a muted click    and a closing of the eyes      Finally we face each other   bodies sterile for the rite   Soon she folds me in    with Coca-Cola eyes   And the never-ending everywhere kiss      She's always pure in love, in anger   She's a poet although accidentally   She said it's like tasting fire or kissing god   Kissing god      So alive    curled in her secret corner    I drink the different tears   And afterwards asleep    her breath a low whistle   I listen long and breathe deep      She's always pure in love, in anger   She's a poet although accidentally   She said it's like tasting fire or kissing god   Kissing god      Then harsh light invades    we linger and linger   'Til our growling middles    force us to rise      Like mischievous children    we clean up our mess   And we dress quickly    sneaking one last    gorgeous glimpse      She's always pure in love, in anger   She's a poet although accidentally   She said it's like tasting fire or kissing god   Kissing god