Resurfaced backwoods smell, out of
mirror, your reflection now in
a search for easy prey,
softly you're
in mood
of
passionate killing, again my persona
is effervescent, desire is now
dense darkness, longing
to swallow everything,
strange moment
of ignition,
don't
know the distance between the flame
to ash, that's your obstinacy or
my desire to disappear,
whatever, it's too
late for
withdrawal, an endless journey toward
the unknown destination, without
wrapper, on the horizon
appearing some
golden ray or
you've
altered my life into metallic fluid, hard
to say - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/perfume of night-flowers- artist Catalina-lira
