Her sweet odor

There are only words
Which are wrong
Because the trees
The girls
Like the flowers
Are genuine
The sand
if they
Through the
Desert go
in between
their toes

Even if
I am sleeping
I hear
Her sweet
odor
the voices
the women
with the
Consistent
with the nature

her lips
Red in the dumb
prayer
Above the
Child that
you wear
In mother's womb