I will dream about a person tonight
I will see strange kisses
Behind my ivory shoes.
And I’ll feel as if my lips
were part of them.
Tonight I’ll see inner awareness,
Aloofness,
And deep humid distance
Behind my ivory shoes.
And as a sharp thorn of pain
Those kisses will block my eyes,
As you will be kissing her face,
Behind my ivory shoes.
Tonight I’ll be a spectator,
You’ll make me invisible,
And in this pristine distant bed
You’ll appear in my mind again,
Behind my ivory shoes.
Turning my lips carmine,
Blinding my eyes,
And tormenting my flesh
With a soft destruction.
Poem and image by Anna Parcerisas Casanovas
