Rain stripped me of my shame
I saw scales of hate washing down
Along my contours till the earth
A slow wetness spread
Like a secret just heard
Flowers bloom in surprise
Like the eyes that wide open
At the first glance of life
I love the painters of cats
Flowers, donkeys and doors
Cats comes silently like history
Flowers appear like goose pimples
That spring up when a pair of wet lips
Touches on the nape of a dream
Donkeys witness things like
Impartial scholars chewing
The eternal cud of ennui
I open this door, go to a garden
Where she has hidden her
Undreamt dreams.
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