The eyes of the night

The wise fold

Of the immaculate

And silent

Sheets

These almost imperceptible

Whistlings

And the other 

Small noises

That the night

Only

Carries along

Among the too heavy hours

A breath

Regular

Heavy

And loud

Mastered

Tamed

Familiar

And quiet

Speaking of loneliness

The unbearable

Intrusive echo

Of your absence

The inestimable

Heavenly

Bliss

Of your existence

Painful absence

Until the bowels

The recalling killer

Constant

Uncompromising

Calling back to order

Good order

White and hollow

Hours

Resonating

Into infinity

Bouncing against white

Challenging

Empty walls

Interrupted gestures

Lost

In the endless night

An imagined space

Built

Dreamt

Cherished

Static masks

Mute

And anonymous

An affront

For my loving

Eyes and my lips

Red twirling dresses
Of wild passion
And flames
Beauties
Exposed 
And praised

A passion
Locked into a dream
A wilderness
Tamed 
Into a whisper
An unspeakable bliss
Kept silent and quiet
The most beautiful love
Under the black veil
Your vision
Gagged and blank
Unauthorized

Walls

Against which

Drums of despair

Resound from

A fallen heart

Constantly picked up

Packed

Pushed

And forced

To fight

To fight

To fight

To accept

A new

Half-dawn

Back on the feet again

Boiling blood

Coagulated

Fixed

Dried

Bruised

Smothered

Swallowed

Beautified

Adorned

With some delicate

Lights of lie

Scarlet hands

Persevering

Terribly

Always

Desiring

Loving

The breath

Found again

In a temporary

Calmness

Swimming

Against the current