How many times may it be repeated,
those countless plaids of pleasure?
The tale will forever be done
It flows and then it suddenly stops
launches again,
gestures in motion and time
a revolution of relations
threaded in the warp
woven, cloven, emotion
reds and blacks
blues and greens
craving the hue and cry
Oh those Countless plaids of pleasure
just wrap me in it now
My shawl bent to wishes.
