Poppies in July

Little poppies, little hell flames
Do you do no harm?

You flicker. I cannot touch you.
I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns

And it exhausts me to watch you
Flickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth

A mouth just bloodied
Little bloody skirts!
There are fumes I cannot touch
Where are your opiates, your nauseous capsules

A mouth just bloodied
Little bloody skirts!
There are fumes I cannot touch
Where are your opiates, your nauseous capsules

If I could bleed, or sleep!
If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!
Or your liquors seep to me, in this glass capsule

If I could bleed, or sleep!
If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!
Or your liquors seep to me, in this glass capsule
Dulling and stilling

But colorless. Colorless
But colorless. Colorless
Colorless



Credits
Writer(s): Antoine Vigne
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