The Shapeless Vase

She was looking at him
    Through the leafs of 
    Her skin
    Her silky,
    Compassionate Roses...
He was looking at her.
    All of her!
    Poor soul!
    Struggled, to smell her Mimosas-
And the night quickly
    Passed,
    Sleepy diamonds
    Collapsed,
In the beds of transparent paddles,
    And the Sun
    Slowly rose
    Stretching Blankets of cloth
    Crawling,
    Rolling from every corner-
It consumed gorgeous Roses
    Kissed the leaps of Mimosas
    And dissolved in the Glace
Of the Shapeless Vase...