(pic from here)
I watch these your gold eyes with the strips
of a black alien shadow, disturbing.
Also my eyes have such dark insertions
that I too cannot know: is this me?
Your dress is an hard armour, defended
by spurs, thorns. You are made
by mechanical instinct; the wings
are two sheaths.
When did I block my flight to escape?
May, 13th 2015
The original, Italian version, is here