insistence.

electric eyes, and lips so cold

these pale hands turning over

fallow earth

and finding corpses.

imperfect translations,

certain methods of achieving

distraction;

the way you smiled

in the late morning,

post-coffee primeval bliss,

natural light

on human skin.

it makes it impossible

to refuse to kiss you now;

only waiting

to catch you unawares.

how beautiful, flaws and fallacies

which change nothing of sorrow,

the past and

why you remember it.

snow collapses like white sand

and you are not here anymore.

so to forget,

i bury roses.