Wednesday 2 November 2011


THE ENIGMATIC BOWL 

in the spinney of screnpine flowers, after
just sunset, desire becomes active, 
moves freely under residues,
fallen dry leaves, as a 
cobra searches
the origin of
fragrance, 
this
rustle is the imprint that my heart beats
for you, lamps raises to burn itself
in the edge of your eyes, 
twilight glows by 
an incognito
a mystic
gem, 
it's legend that serpent carries that stone
in its head, hunts consistently to mate,
how much that's myth or real 
 I don't know,but some 
mysterious glint 
emerges in
persona, 
as
 mesua ferrea blooms on the thorny terrain,
in maniac way, I love to become 
toxin man, on that moment 
body wants stinger of 
love, exchange of 
that life desires
to drink all 
kind's
venom, miseries, agonies, shadow - light 
victory defeat, all the ecumenical 
wounds are meaningless
before that thrilled
enigmatic bowl
of absolute
love,