One should never doubt my interest...

He leaned against the door
and his sweat looked me in the eyes...
Outside, the flowers burst
in the taste of the wind.

After the green night
there was a smell on the skin
that doesn't come out of the eyes
and sours the tears
of the moon drained from the sky.

Moon sprawled across the skin of the lake.

After the red night,
the open mouth absorbs clouds,
tree branches and boyfriends.

The yellow night
still vomited murmurs
while we fell asleep.

Then,
horizons were heard in the lost night
like every flower was an island...

PAR