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Dressing up the world
The world has streched up to your window like an arrow like a hand You open the window and the fresh morning air rubs along your naked body like a metal like a ring Take the hand and shake it and pull it into your room cover it with a glove marry it keep it safe in your own hand in your pocket Your eyes won’t accept that the world is naked they strech like an arrow like a hand How you wish the roses would melt so you could write it down so you could have an excuse to laugh in disguise The world would protest in your melted words But they won’t melt The paper imprisons the fog and the air while you are dressing up to make the things fairDouble Satisfaction
I know you left the door open
That freaky mouth made just for my eyes
In your curtains I am packed
Like a sphinx preparing questions
That dawn will ask
While I’m writing them down
With my eyes on your body
That is painting stories with someone else’s sighs
Those of masculinity to me never known
The questions are growing
Those innocent bitches
Like they don’t know I’m already trapped
In saving this event
Forever
In my body
November Night
In the midst of night
you covered me with a wish
unspoken
to create a hole
and wove a net
out of shiny plastic strings
in which we could climb up
and feel the waves of air
supporting our backs
The morning woke me up
with a delusion
of filled silence
and bitten lips
I found the net
under my pillow
with a wish
unspoken
sleeping in it peacefully
