Drunken of perfume of a obscure dirge
I hold the dreams within my tears
...and fall asleep... in a sulky dusk,
forgotten in the vein of obscurity.
Now tearful I shut my eyes...weeping for thee
as widow's weed tears.
Under acrid clouds of desirable darkness lost
I kiss the plough seed wiyh passion
but the effluvium of breath confound me...
atudded with bitter teras
in admiration...I infatuate the wine in
black blanket of nightfall
but I behold a fine thread deify the
sublime flame in the dark rivers of a
undying dusk.
¡Oh! Heal my wounds in weedy meadow of
night...taste to taste...embrace my wail
with pride.
Under a graven kiss of darkness
In silence fall with thee...
Wrapped in sweet petals of ire & drenched of
Sorrow...
...And thus, dressing in mourning, still wish
a blossom's tear...embraced by sullen veils of nightfall.
