Vertigo flower at open doors

 Love me for a while, wait. Other times, I have your dreams in my mouth as testimony to the vertigo you cause me. Vertigo flower at open doors. Dream flower as if to enter the ecstasy of coma. Flower of the secret that nobody talks about. Neither of the desires it hides. Not the swarm of colorful pistils. Luminous of dreams. Tiny traveling particles drip. They go, they go and they go on the dances of the winds that they do, pampering, around the plants.