I…
The iron tigress of a once beautiful stranger
One who wonders sinner if its lethal heart that will blacken your grave as
I hear thunder thickening and a chorus of the new dawn bride approaching this safe hell.
Or shall it be the vague mirage that plays a trick game on the heart that now soars.
Mirage…
Wait…
A dewy monsoon that chances to burn away toxins of us
Or lust
Or mistrust
Yearning to believe angel—saviour—this gambling love has been displaced by eternal daylight that currently shines for it is
I…
The iron tigress of a once beautiful stranger
One who believes moonlit night divorced this new dawn as she walks as the lone bride now mine
While touching the knotting roots and blooming shoots tender with floral softness and stone firmness
While feeling sun’s radiance soften my face so virgin to summer’s heat yet
Fretful…
For weeds of passion crime will reignite and mutilate the stem and leaf when vitally green so
I cry the Latin chant of the fire below to decay sinner’s soul for it is
I…
The iron tigress of a once beautiful stranger
One who understands why oaks and birch silently scream shards of cold whisper
So dreaming that the floral nursery of infant bloomers and fetal seeds would feel starlight and sunlight so bright that winter’s chill becomes amnesia’s lover, for it is
I…
The iron tigress of a once beautiful stranger