Om
Om
It took me a long time to fall in love
to be able to trace the tooth to time.
You bit my twilight, Oseram,
and your mouth was as fresh and red as a apple.
Ten planes,
the imagination hidden in the urine of my head,
ten flavors like a water caramel.
Back home,
trying to get home before nightfall,
the children paddled the coast,
tripping over their bikes,
their feet,
their laughs.
A nightmare that lasted more than a twilight.
On my way home, the galvanized sheets,
while they run down the corridor with their arms open to receive me,
fall,
and we are made of flesh and bone,
and they will not be able to pass me when they catch me.
At the sound of the impact,
there is an explosion,
and the whole house is filled with flowers.