Ecru

In ecru lives and happens
all that is desirable,
of the flesh.
It is of ecru to be an
invisible fluid, to
always move down-
ward, in the direction of
its proper fulfilment:
which is flesh.
Ecru is distillation of
the female, it mimics its
form, signs, movement;
it is by a shameful mistake
that passion turns into crimson
against its own will.