a cruel game

do not talk about winter
please
not yet

no no no all angels freeze

I love you I do not I love
petal fall
I do not I do not I do not

so cruel game
another desolate garden

in the evening bright thought
possible to talk to Hades

a passed life
the memory expands
do not sit in my chair
just because you feel alone

I love you just because
it is forbidden

You can add imprecations
you can kill
You can read this poem
unsuccessful

I do not touch you
not
stream of life in delusion

I talk about a black winter
as we ascend from cold
between the angels

platonic love a strange creature
with a dead child in her

I miss you
I extend among arms
I not touch you
I do not talk about winter
please
not yet