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.