White Faces

first she cleans our faces of all our small passages then she closes our shameless gazes because our eyes are always curious inquisitive bags even when they wrap in love actually they enter and infiltrate greedy to take everything our looks are never decent she cleaned our thin tight lips stitched with insinuations of joyful utterances cleans our belly of hunger between our teeth and the crying this last tower of restless selfishness through which our desire flows lips touched are extinguished improved abandoned even our rosy vulgarity rises as the steam rises in the morning she carries the sunrise in her arms to the center of imagination and dreams of sugar worlds the body is washed clean of sweat of any trace of work shaken the body remains perfectly fine and no one lies to anyone anymore we are settled in fixed forms in everything we didn't know about us and we were not interested we are clean bright as the stones washed by the waters everything is perfectly clarified death is ordered