Nothing remains after love, just white crossed out in gold.
That's me walking in covering the furniture with sheets to feel the building breathe.
That's me calm.
Someone put out the candle with wet fingers and an
I've no desires anymore and I'm not a burden to myself. The body takes on a fruity quality.
It ripens and relaxes and then it's aghast.
Slowly and furtively turned into a sugar cube in front of a stranger's mouth.
Translated by Mirza Purić