They spy on me
and yet call me a spy..
lily has her head set-
why..knowledge it
is power..she give´s
a small rat like smile..
first, i become famous
and then write  poems..

Dressed in delicate sin
and cool sweet sweat
she cavorts before open
breeze and muses love
and world *******..
happy and a naked sun..
baubles and blind pearl
the swallows watching
their blister fly above..
she laughs and cries
the bright night unfurl
and the sun down..