PUTRED DE ADANC

MUCEGAI

Simt mucegaiuri haine 

cum mi se-ntind pe piele,

flori cu respiratia mica si flamanda

inghit luminosul meu fara freamat,

carnivore spasite ale lipsei de tandrete

si dispar in ele inalbastrita,

vreau sa dorm in otrava lor parfumata

dar ma trezesc plimbata

de pe o palma pe alta

de petale fine cu sarut de omida,

iar cand imi decoreaza pieptul bombat

cu polenul auriului de sarbatoare

ma putrezesc laolalta cu ele

intr-un soi de leac ancestral,

un pagan infestat de divin fara sens.

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