You are the one
who always keeps me alert
from somewhere / If I were to become
more beautiful
with each time
that I am killed / Then I
who have died
shall be loved
forever / I color my lips with rouge
don black clothes in the name of love / unmoving blood stream alive with the torrent of dying red cells; an entire enclosed, self-sustaining ecology

vigorous and alive. An ancient rite I'd read about: dedication to the sun God, a bonding ritual, plea of loyalty, a vision of true love and real life. Desire in red rivers travelling across [...]