during their first night in bed the woman inoculated into the man’s
head a frigid glassy transparent bead- the simulation as of
discord’s seed. because it became too dark around his
eyes started to seek, somehow, unto the tree that
holds the skyline on the boughs. she instituted the mirror so as to double
her tremor. he crossed out his hearing. since, a messenger divine
undresses his wings to massage his spine. gradual, she got
into the habit to spy his temples and sneak within
his mind for arranging his thoughts, without understanding the secret of
the songs locked inside the cage. every field of poppy-flowers
hides a man’s heart. every milky way nursing the baby at
the mother’s breast pours, mysteriously setting it free,
his happiness. however, for her it happens too seldom to hear the milk’s
ripple or to see the damping of the glassy eyes. so that the child
is forced to inherit the out-of-time of parents’ heartbeat.
(unfortunately, the woman is learning how to be a
man; the man is learning how to be a woman)