Red roses

These red roses come from the extremest pole of my thirsty nature
and the petals are still breaking my densest stones so much
for you, future lover

springs are something you do well too
extremely well from pole to pole between bodies
uncompleted to begin with and without

I shall drink while uncovering the ruins of the guitar female
pure alcool of oblique skin strings expected as if bridges
for you, future lover

over-un-over unique untrenched works of flesh diction and contradiction
cry y
for you, future lover

over
these red roses
to begin with and without
nude roots of me e geometry of discoveries
the nudest reality focused on serious energy
the nudest me is knot of tales to be silent
flowing skin as if f
my eyes row and row bare eyes cry y
untimely cry y
over for

PS: a sunset boulevard must land at the heart of the uncharted page of love. I go by precious, I like yellow. Nothing I do well. Acting against words, real, anywhere.