Sometime at night your return
to the call of impalpable flesh ,
escaping this form that the earth devours ...
Our sensory journey thrown on the palette
of a despairing artist ,perfume and venom
engraving the round of an intimate wound ...
You no longer have a name , confused memory,
wise date in the alley of eternity, .
woman\'s flight , swirl note
Like a fallen life ...
I feel you\'re there when so strangely
the cat\'s eyes wonder off into the beyond...
Is she ?