Caloriesinholstenpils

dark (fourth last sketch)

dark outside.
still surprises me, as a cure.
gives the skin I wear the glove, leather, years ago.
and the meeting of breath,
inappropriate touching surfaces of mirror
barely touched,
to be the idea.
too far.
also never hatch.

no voice, no step.
much earlier.

no rice, no kiss.
after too.

perhaps only vento.vento alone, wandering.
who was passing by.