a prurient girl

today we no longer read poetry

empty streets under bare feet
sliding between the houses painted on walls
day is lost
as dew from the grass among dwarf apple trees

when I look in I'm just your life
I know that I'm lying

forgive me

I cover your windows with my frozen eyes
to see your mouth with an spike blossom between teeth

Eve you'll not be

the room may not fit your dreams
the film turns
sometimes you sit too straight in my thoughts

I remember
I have returned back
I have poured hot wine among your young breasts

let's start drinking under the mad rain

you sit in the night
a poem really tender on your shoulder
as an angel I'll write

bright wings coming out of skin
I looked at you until you get child

i hear your breath
a song in a dark

the film turns
you disappear among frozen curtains
I feel the slippery walls

the winter black snows
ay
you dress up
a poem that does not speak
the
silence between words is how God