Sonja’s profile
when she sleeps on her side
on the bed lined with
Vasarely
while I blow in her eyes
and I hit her cymbal
on her ear
while I open the sliding
door
(that presses her
socks with flowers)
to lower the sun
to increase the chlorophyll
in her eyes
while I unstuck her nose
with the smell of four fried
eggs
(frying on moderate fire
covered with love and lid)
perfectly regular and calm
some untouchable sweet peace
hugged by her eyebrows it connects
her lips
only a fool would wake her
up