Music lips ballerina

 Your silence faded. Through beauty I saw you inside. There you feel beyond the meat. Its creak. Your pleasure. Music lips ballerina. With your dance steps the corners sound. Sometimes missed calls. Try wet clothes. I call you so that welding sparks come out of love. That unites us, pretends, to iron and fire. We get lit lanterns to frame us romantically. Before leaving for the night.

Palimpseste sur painting. Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality