Today, the house is filled with roses.
It’s the red celebration of the
kisses of the night.
I would like to be a rose in your
childlike and savage hands.
I would write ypu a better poem,
but my soul’s spirit
blind me.
You’ve sailed through my heart
just like
a rose’s thorns pass through
a naive girl’s hands.
I’m looking at the crystal clepsydra
and I realise
that my love for you oozes
just like the sand of it
just as difficult.
Love needs to be understood
looking backwards,
but lived
looking forwards.