For The Skin And Eyes

Not confessional. 
Without reading the body 
there was no room. 

My fever rises 
in limbs. 
Giving me a double vision. 

This was not my age. 
Out of place, I 
call for limestone. 

The sea and 
moon will make a castle 
on the waves. 

Whom do you call 
careless? I was writing 
the verse on blood paper.