Kyyhky (Dove)

Miks sul on kyyhky suussa?
Ota mut syliin
Kanna vaikka kynnyksen yli kynsilläsi
Tai roikota niskasta

Niin, kyl sä tiedät mitä pitäs tehdä
Ilman housuja, pakaroiden välissä karvoja
Kihara piikkilanka auringonlaskussa
Ja inspiraatiossa kolmen viikon viive

Kasvoin kasvoistani siihen kii
Selittyy näin ratiossa, sisältöjaossa, suhteessa
Miellyttävii, geometrisia toistoja
Allekirjottaneiden hiuksia kitalaessa

Portaissa on aina suunta, ne hymyilee, ne portaat
Paineinen ympyrä päälaella
Snadisti oikealla puolella
Se pyrkii ulos kehosta

Ehdota klassista
Tai teknoo tietokoneelta, tai taloa
Olohuone äärillään sapienseja, homoja
Peileillä raitoja, uv-valolla
Kuivatella kynsilakkoja, nopeuta upeutta, pliis

Punaisten linssien läpi olet vain sinä
Jalattomassa viinilasissa vodka
Vedä nenärenkaastani niin kovasti
Että huudan hurjana runkattavii runoja

Täällä diivoja, minäkin, sinäkin
Johdot pakenevat muovia, strobovaloja
Romahtaneita hermoja, tageja summeris nurkilla
Ja ovessasi itkevä naama

Nuku sylkys, sua väsyttää
Tule kainalokarvoihini kehräämään
Haluun kuunnella sun sydänlihassäikeitä
Ku mullakin on kyyhky suussa

Miks sul on kyyhky suussa?
Miks sul on kyyhky suussa?
Miks sul on kyyhky suussa?
Miks sul on kyyhky suussa?
Ku mullakin on kyyhky suussa

Miks sul on kyyhky suussa?
Ota mut syliin
Miks sul on kyyhky suussa?
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Ku mullakin on kyyhky suussa

Miks sul on kyyhky suussa?
Ota mut syliin
Miks sul on kyyhky suussa?
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Ku mullakin on kyyhky suussa

Miks sul on kyyhky suussa?
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Why do you have a dove in your mouth?
Hold me
I’d even let you use your nails to carry me over the doorstep
Or dangle me from the back of my neck

Yeah
You know what you're supposed to do with no pants on
Hair in between the butt cheeks
Curly barbed-wire in the sunset
And a three-week-delay in inspiration

My face grew and stuck onto it
It’s explained by ratio, the division of the content, relation
Pleasurable geometrical repetition
Hair of yours truly stuck on your palate
The stairs always have a direction
They’re smiling, the stairs
A circle pressuring the top of my head
Slightly on the right side
Attempting to escape

Suggest classical
Or techno on the computer or house
The living room is full of sapiens, homos
Lines on the mirrors
Drying nailpolish under the uv-lights
Speed up the gorgeousness, please!

You’re the only thing I see through my red lenses
Vodka in a stemless wineglass
Tug on my septum-piercing so fiercely
That I howl poems to masturbate to

There’s divas here, me, you
Wires peeling from their insulation, strobe lights
Broken-down nerves, tags around your buzzer
And a crying face on your door

Sleep in my arms, you are tired
Come and purr in my armpit hair
I want to listen to your myocardium
Because I too have a dove in my mouth

Why do you have a dove in your mouth?
Why do you have a dove in your mouth?
Why do you have a dove in your mouth?
Why do you have a dove in your mouth?
Because I too have a dove in my mouth

Why do you have a dove in your mouth?
Hold me
Why do you have a dove in your mouth?
Why do you have a dove in your mouth?
Why do you have a dove in your mouth?
Because I too have a dove in my mouth

Why do you have a dove in your mouth?
Hold me
Why do you have a dove in your mouth?
Why do you have a dove in your mouth?
Why do you have a dove in your mouth?
Because I too have a dove in my mouth

Why do you have a dove in your mouth?
Why do you have a dove in your mouth?
Why do you have a dove in your mouth?