Huddled up in the cloister of her hair
beyond red lips her teeth - white rosary
It's all she needs to be a nun in privacy.
Huddled up in the veil of her hair
beyond red lips her teeth - white seeds
It's all she needs to sow longings.
ONElia AVElar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-metamorphoasis/
