FLIES

I

YOUR LOVELY OPEN SIGHT,
OF PLEASURE SLEPT.
CLOSE TO THE ROOSTER WITH NO  EYES.
STILL WAS BLUE THE SKY, AND ROARING THE GLOOMY NIGHT.
BECOMING AT THE END,
AS SILVER  ENLIGHTTENED DARK,
WALKS THROUGH  SHADOWS BLIND,
TO YOUR BLANKET, FULL OF STARS,
LOVELY SILKS AND PERFUMED LACES WROUGHT.
BREATHLESS, AFTER THE FLY OF THE SOUL.
ON CRAVENS AND HERONS FEDERS.
IN SEARCH OF A JINNI,
THAT ONE OF THE TALE,
RUBBING DESPAIRLY YOUR OLDLY LAMP.
THE COPPER SKIN, 
ON THE ANGUISH OF YOUR SINS.
ABSENCE, REVIEWED,
FROM QUARTER TO QUARTER,
FROM PALM TO PALM,
NOT BY MISTAKE A THORN,
LOST BETWEEN TWO BRAMBLES,
GRABED BY THE GRATES OF THE NIGES.
WHO DID NOT  SEE, THEW LAST AWAKEN SUN.
JUST EVIL TOOK A GLANCE, 
FACING THE BROKEN GLASS, 
THAT WAS REFLECTTING HIS ENVY.
SEARCHING IN OTHER CURVES,
THE CAVES ON HIS OWN VERTEBRA,
SADLY WANE OF THE WHITELY  MARE.
WITH NO STYLE, WITH OUT VEINS.
FOUR DAYS, FOUR NIGHTS, LOOKING YOURS, MINE,
BETWEEN  HAMMOCKS, HERBS, JUNGLES AND DUNES.
FEELING MY LIPS YOUR TONGUES.
BETWEEN KISSES, SPRING THE ROOSTER’S  EYES.
WE GLANCE THE SUN AWAKE,
WRAPED BY ITS SONG,
EMBRACES, CARESSES, AND SLEPING AN OLDLY SWINE.
WE SAW  SAINT LUCAS DRUNK, AND FINALY SANE.
EMBRACED ON GRAYLY FEDERS,
WE FLU TO THE RAINBOW,
HANGED ON THE COLORS, 
OF SEVEN BEAUTYFUL  LACES.
GRABBED TO THE PRISM,
LIGHTING THE WINDOW  WIDE, 
WITHOUT FEARS, WITHOUT SPACES.