you and me

spreaded all around the eyes of God between them two tribes: you and me
what kind of angels do you call when you send me away discreetly to the scaffold ?

that smile crucifying distances
a prodigious yesterday when all you said was dressed in flowers
the music was a mysterious movement and now the butterflies are singing so weak…
a thought of mine is touching you: the death is flowing by forgotten eaves
from desert lips of kisses
temples are closed with white padlocks. coldness is resting anchored to the sky

the sea: a loving word more intimate than rose
but what about this wave? an unfinished thought? a frame-up?