This is the story of the Deaf man

This is the story of the Deaf man, who had no language to express...
His love pain agony and sorrow....and thoughts
But thoughts were like spontaneous growth like organ...
Lips used to get thirsty, tongue used to feel alone...
The sensation used to  ask Him to grow more and HARD....
The hood used to accumulate blood...and the nerves  
used to  tell...MAN...speak out ...but where were all  the words gone?
He used to have only long undisputed moan when
Evening used to come....He took the Evening with His arm
and hugged deep...his finger tips touched the tips of  Evening...they were like
ripped grapes...soft and juicy grapes  got hard slowly...when his thirsty tongue tip
found  the mystery of evening...  
The Evening transformed into Night...
Night taught Him  all...through the lips of darkness...and licked Him all over...
He saw his face in the mirror of Night...His lips got the scent of Night...
He opened the hidden door of Night with his tongue...
and Night called all the rains from all the sky...
His fingers pressed the door ...and broke the latch...
And Night sat on Him...
He then entirely covered with Night...when Night was dancing on His desires...
His hardness got the chance to ejaculate into the depth of the Night...
He got the softness of deep sleep in lap of Night...
When He woke up..Night was no longer present  ... the first word emerged
from deep inside of Him...and seven horses of Sun...came down ...