The Shapeless Vase

love poem

She was looking at him 
Through the leafs of her skin,
Her silky, compassionate roses...
He was looking at her.
All of her... poor soul;
Hoping to smell the mimosas-
But the night quickly passed,
Sleepy diamonds collapsed,
In the beds of transparent paddles,
And the sun slowly rose
Stretching blankets of cloth
Crawling from every corner-
It consumed gorgeous Roses
Kissed the leaps of Mimosas
And dissolved in the glace
Of the shapeless vase...