Our first secrecy

I gave you go in front of the statue. With the gotten mixed up bodies. With the exhausted heads. Under the disproportionate weight. Of an immoral being. Who did not generate himself. To splash you. Of its obscenity. All is exaggerated. The forgery, truth. The heavy one, the light one. You so fragile. You seem crushed. At side. Of this is delirious of body and animals. Until the end of the storm. Who gave birth to. Of this monster to the enlightened face. Asking to be carried. Not managing to move. Nor to even move. To overlap. An animal with its feet lowered. With diluted peeling. With the humiliated eyes. You remained to observe them. By far, I looked at you. I did not dare to advance. With what you did think? I did not wonder it. I saw that you smiled. I would never know. Until where the dream took you along. It is your property. I will not come to violate it. Nor even in speaking. Because I saw shining a star of your intimacy. That which you do not want to reveal.  This statue slipped between us our first secrecy.