I'm grateful you exist
Beyond yourself you see
the many worlds.
Singular and so consumed,
you reach for that moment of
perfection.
Mornings and late afternoons
stab me with beautiful poison
condemning me to bleed-
to turn white pure roses
into ruby red monuments!
You filled me up
with moodiness
with crazy laughter
and loud spirits
Forgetting.
Tell me the secret
of despair,
you are fragile
and intoxicated
by existence!
Like my rare thoughts
the imperfection
we try to escape
in that field of tulips,
it will escape us,