Let my thoughts gaze at my humble refuge-
Warm as her tender embrace in my dreams.
From far off the seas of sublime rage,
I color this world, while my logic beams.
Like harsh zephyr of her sly mysteries,
Senses recall the shackles of instinct.
Like the paradox of life-reveries,
Her cries tickle one old love- so succinct.
A queer silence of weeping enigma,
And I search for some cold purple marvels.
Mystic ties of endless lust- one stigma,-
Like one black ink smearing fuming rambles.
My world unfolds its primeval conflict,-
From lure to love, from life to being extinct.
2 years ago