All the trees, their branches whispering secrets to the wind
Leaves spiraling into the abyss of twilight dreams,
the grass at the foot of the rocks, conspirators with silent houses,
far off, the sea, a mirror that swallows your gaze whole,
these images, recurring phantoms of day after day,
the vices, the virtues, shadows of imperfection

Men, transparent specters, drift among these dreamscapes by chance,
women, ethereal whispers, breathe through your elegant obsessions,
your heart, a leaden relic, presses against virgin lips

THE vices, the virtues, mirrors of imperfection

Eyes, twin galaxies, conquer with looks of whispered permissions,
bodies merge, dissolve in confusions of weariness and ardor,
words, attitudes, ideas, reflections in a hall of shattered mirrors,
the vices, the virtues, echoes of imperfection.

:: 07.27.2024 ::