2017, Prahova, Conacul Domnitei Ralu, partea din spate.
your ghostly nude still as a corpse
butterflies
you breathe under the silence of those trees
waiting for the dying sun to cast
its last sunrays on your skin
your hair follicles
excited by the cool breeze
as I stay muted
breeding the thought
that I can slip and smash my head
on the cool pavement of that empty pool
and the warm bloody red
will be embroiled in the deep blue sky