She was looking at him
Through the leafs of
Her skin
Her silky,
Compassionate Roses...
He was looking at her.
All of her!
Poor soul!
Craving to smell her Mimosas-
And the night quickly
Passed,
Sleepy diamonds
Collapsed,
In the beds of transparent paddles,
And the Sun
Slowly rose
Stretching Blankets of cloth
Crawling,
Rolling from every corner-
It consumed gorgeous Roses
Kissed the leaps of Mimosas
And dissolved in the Glace
Of the Shapeless Vase...