xxanastasiaxx

For V.

Every night death counts on her fingers
while she consumes cigarettes:
Every night she visits bedrooms and smiles

Something withers every night
Something is taken away from the heart
with scarcely a sound

Every night death goes about her work freely
and time becomes slim:
glass breaks
and lights go out

Let's talk about today
with the certainty of the light tomorrow
an angel on each corner
with a box of matches
to light up the dawn.

Every night we cover the same distances
our dreams are an island where we seek refuge
with the certainty of the encounter
every night a fistful of laughter is lost.

Every night
death counts on her fingers
and extinguishes roses.