There is one Ami I know
she has cat-eyes, green and narrow
when she walks she splashes the air arround
sparkling beads soldiers of dawn
I sleep in her belly in heavy winter nights
diving in her darkblue placentae like a dolphin of light
we both know death is a mannered thief
with a pale bow and embroidered handkerchief
white camelias grow in my blood
maybe is God

Things come
and things go
earth gets pregnant
in the snow
there is one Ami
I know.