segunda-feira, 21 de outubro de 2013

may the heart be blind

it shall not see the hands around th neck while the sun rises
it shall not see the hair flying in the mouth winds
while the ears go wild with thousands of whispers
- it shall not read the impolite words people will write after hearing about that night -
it shall not see (or imagine) that dance under the sheets,
legs crossing, bodies caressing
it shall not see the pleasure.
please, Venus, make it blind.
It shall not see the blood.