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the gaze bends
the night damp colours
new anatomies

 

bold shapes wink and move

 

under the roses

 

tasting strokes
things you can touch
perfect lipstick
clear in the stretch

 

creamy

 

rose leaves sweeten the thorns
in summer
night put on its coloured plumes

 

the great silence wakes up
and takes away the agony of boredom

 

the wail of a rose is the cry
at night
of a carnivorous spider
with sweet mouths
showing off brand new throats

 

with its multiple body
innumerable and victorious