her like formed pearl

in  an ocean of darkness

let us finish the time

diaphanous touch like bleeding light

transparent  as velvet underground music

but without touch  all is vain

seascapes and sea-gates her eyes to enter

breaths and curtains

and rainbow carnations

of tender martyrdoms

chocolate martinis

and  Baileys  as balsam

in the Intermezzo cafe

in the mixed voices and the mixed veins

and dimmed colors  we lived the oracles