Mirage colour
 
your
mirage
it comes between
the dawn and the perforated
transparent seaweed of the heart
it comes at a certain step close
to the barren wind of steel
between a classical beach
where the vagina is
tempered with
the goal vapour
of the vision voyage
 
a beach
of skin and foam
is underneath the lips
 
I leave the fingers
in sweated beam
a fish of velvet vibration
in a tranquil temperature
 
I recognize the silhouette
my knife shade perpendicular
to the delimited desire
 
a red cloud
of napalm remembrance
parallel to the stillness of love