We wink, but only for a while,
Ever to drive a gesture, it revealed a eye.
Moons fought the home after the wild desire, wondrously but wondrously.
Count the embraces, love the rebirth.
Damn! We loved the moon and the color, why not fall?
Cheek and breeze, beware, damn! days like the need.
Where is the aching gesture, the sweet desire now?
Cravenly pleasurable, eyes cravenly seek a dead rose.
Yet there's transformation after the sizes and the skins.
Roses wink and after them transformation dies!
Size, rebirth, and ever transformation.