A Bouquet of Red Roses

In the heart of your dream
the place where all the blood in your body ebbs and flows
I’ll open my eyes there

In the bouquet of red roses under your skin
I’ll open my dried-up eyeballs
While the woman inside you thinks of you
I’ll squeeze the throbbing accordion

I’ll make the red fish inside each pleat of your accordion hiccup

So vulnerable it’s dazzling
I’ll rupture the red blood cells of time

In the heart of your dream
the place where all the breath in your body ebbs and flows
I won’t let go of the fringe of the red wave there

Outside me inside you forever
I can never come back from there