Poetry

You had big
violence in your bones.
I suffered. Dream merchants
were ready to violate.

Benevolence descended
to know the depth of anger
in the eyes of the primate.
Why skin had gone thick?

The trapped scream
of the buds waits in lul
before the storm. Roses were
going to explode on the altar.

Bride comes slowly.
She had a date with
the thinking god. There would be
no consumption.