in the bed of the grapevine I fall and I sleep together
by coincidence recollecting idols of visiting women
sexual tonalities of loving memory of broken leaves
grapes and wine and coloured limbs
seen as veins metaphors of spirals wants
intoxicated Dionysian measuring loneliness
of absent paths soft brown body sand-coloured
their secret or line of surf a fragrant touch
besieged as the stem in the sea of flowers
bands of wishes like a vanishing point
hiding in her bosom a heart of jasmine

And those who love women only
to someone who’s dreaming blind
they collapse into a new form of egoism
the I, becoming her is mere alter ego
viewed one single scene of dragonflies
i construct these scenes in the hill of bees and wine

Dream horses into the opium of sleep
an avalanche of motion
killed by the painted sky
back to you sarcokisses
i am falling from the clouds
wings shrouded in blue
the darkened sand of the breaking wave
eludes me revealing the boundless plain.
deeply immersed in your bed of linen
i am vanishing demolished
bodies skinned as epiphanies
until the great storms of nightmare
down the gentle slope .. till i do not exist