Echo said

to make the guitar the bridal bed

and no matter what time

the fingers cry,

I'll paint the summer around your head.

Narcissus said

that May is in my veins

and you digress in shame

I love an anger

that blooms in a watery grave.

Please go away.

Away, away, away -

Echo faithfully sounds

and to this day

she glides

where death

and love

are clowns.