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