Always Fugitive, Always Near

Always fugitive and always
near me, in a black cloak
badly covered the disdainful
gesture of your pale face.

I don’t know where you are going, or where
your virgin beauty thalamus
search at night. I don’t know
what dreams close your eyelids,
nor who has ajar
your inhospitable bed.

………………………….

Stop dodgy beauty
stop.
I would like to kiss the bitter,
bitter flower of your lips.