Sonnet #2

Sonnet #2

For the crazy woman :)

She intoxicates the wine on her lips
She folds your sonnets to origami
She seals scars on stones with her fingertips
She dreams images stolen by Dali
She carves her signature into your spine
She stabs the navel of time with that smile
She outshines fireflies and celestial signs
She redefines the semantics of style
She treads on your dreams like a catwalk scene
She tattoos moon on the skin of the sun
She sips from the Fountain, stuck at sixteen
She leaves Nietzsches and Don Juans undone
She listens to a soundtrack of silence
and you're guilty by speaking the sentence.