Her last waterfall of light extinguished on her croup.
And her mane doesn't hide stars.
While she waits for me, the halting mare of mine
The dusk engulfs the azure.
And that echoes sigh of hers
sees that her eyes
have long been in my nest,
just the thorns.
Her moist nostrils are only there to extinguish,
in my cave rooms,
the last flame of the compassion
So the silence whispered to the ear
It's going to strike
a bullet in her hot, bloody chest
my stoned hand
and in my lashes drops will not burst,
Siberian dark of mine
Nema komentara:
Objavi komentar