cool night, deserted, lonely.
In her, a red tongue
-leather boots sharp-
distant, yet familiar,
wraps the night that surrounds.
sharp and attractive,
ready to redeem the years
immersed in the mirror of appearances,
time futile,
misunderstandings,
miserable love.
A dog, perhaps a cat,
to fill the long hours of silence, a silence
understood and understandable
misunderstanding of who now
has nothing more to be revealed,
nothing to share except
the ephemerality of the day.
Only externality
movements in drab and dull mattresses,
silent spectators of the limits of human-animal
not more evolved than others .-
Red
red lips to seduce
the animal would not want to seduce:
master male instinct that can not tame.
... an animal tortured and starved,
wanders lost in the frigid woods of snow.
postscript
Where has slipped into the evolution of this ancient species?
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