You're purple and crimson skin
female of hard flesh
heifer that
breaks the day
in that late bus
in which I
go sleepy
of the daytime work
to bathe me
in your purple flesh
in your
blue eyes and your pink feet
I'm less
sad and strange when I look at you
I may not
know your smile or your light feet
you don't
have a tooth for me
and if you
ever watch me
I'm like
lost in the background
and so
strange as you
your feet of roses and some castanets
the cross
with which my blood kisses your lips
purple
always and forever
the heifer
that lose rose petals
on her feet
of porcelain
and a flesh
which is crimson dye
I love your
deep navel
even if I've
never seen it
even if my
fingers never force the flesh
nor my buckle rubs that waist
I love you,
beautiful stranger,
because you've never been mine.
