Perplexed

Now I know
that I always wanted
the off-white
of the passions.

Sheets, balconies and clotheslines
and bodies like that
placed in slave blue
of mornings.

Left me,
forgotten about the body,
taken by the rivers
in the fear green
of the galaxy.

Now I know
that I never
saw
a hand's breadth
in front of the eyes
on the light black
of dreams.

In the killer's house
everything is
hopelessly
painted red
so to raise no suspicion...

Slowly we wandered,
in the discreet morning,
like goldfish,
in scales and veils.

Memory of the taste of light on the tongue
we walked, without rhyme, on the sidewalks.

Like goldfish,
in a hypnotic night,
we breathed without breath
imposed fumes.

Like goldfish.
Like rainbows.
Like oat flakes and white wine.

Fast we flew in the beaten night.

We were weightless bodies
We ate light in the void
of the pathetic afternoon!

We swam in circles,
in soft water,
like goldfish
on the roof of the mouth.


PAR