A borrowed body
For a night, lavender
Locks and delicate
Words placed on
Saucers, dearly
Nape of which to
Kiss, sweet hand
Of citrus, fingertips
Of Prussian blue,
Morning curtails,
Flings open wide,
A rose bleeds in
Through a glass
Sheen non breaking,
And quick to flee,
I jump from the
Balcony—

You call for me, but I do not come back.