a husky bungler squall
like a moan wrongly understood
hung my look
within an endless void

from your arms staying open since
rolled over my lips

precious words like halves of golden apples
heavy words like halves of leaden apples
scarce words like halves of apples
without worms
however the mari’s taste was
already well known

please stop coming like a smiling mother
with heavy breasts
and ethereal steps
unto the hungered child
after a tiresome sleep within a long night

my nerves of a bright green
became strings from which
the sky’s bow unfetters
the notes of an unbearable
black symphony

soon you will be the famous statue
with blunt forehead
on a red heart shape pedestal
convict to an endless day