rencontre, DCVIII

Red

Red the agony of closed eyes the water glides on my arm on my back on my loins indecent fall hush !

We descend to the underworld

Red like the bleeding lotus of my fettered & offered

HEART

Myriads of petals are tearing themselves with the languor of poetry

Eat my skin !

Adore my words !

Again !

Write in me !