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Rosa | Llibre
book
framed in marbles
in golden wood
shiny stucco
hardbacks, softbacks
floating slowly
seeking red tongues
flighting their touch.
a bit of red chases them
the stiletto keeps hold
a predatorial look
nothing to be lost.
phrases, headings
commas, full stops
a brave reader
dances.
the mouths won’t relent
they want their hunger met
they want their feast in red.
a thousand petals fly
they are a rain in silk
red rojas rouges
flames devouring milk
spilled through the pages
over shelves over self
they may dry up
inside a volume
they’ll perfume
llibre libre libro
free flowing text
licking all mouths
in vermell.