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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




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