Wife Submit Head Scissors

What makes you suffer?
as if he woke up in the house without noise

the ascendancy of
face that seemed to have set a sour glass.
As if drops high

lamp and its light over a plate

blind
pressed up toward your throat
the antique table with fruit. Relive your
Like the morning mist leakage between
to meet the rebellion so dear,
to succor and lift you knew better than any tenderness.
As if convicted,
while your love is sleeping porch
sovereign and the road leading to it.

What makes you suffer?

unreal reality intact devastated.
His rodeos venture close calls and blood.
What was chosen and was not touched,
shore diving to the bank reached, this thoughtless
disappears.
A star that is at the very mad and will die before me. Remanence

Rene Char.