Eros
Eros is pink pulp
in schools, discos, telephones.
It gets glued on our tongues, eyes, hair
as we fall out of the open window
with amateur steps, plans,
we fly around the big buildings.
Eros is the unforgettable cotton candy
it gets glued on our lips, and we sing
beautifully, what other beauty life have
but our sleep in the nest of beauty?
