Wistful heart with wings of blue fire
Soars raucously in the cold desert of your absence.
Gilded days or embellished evenings,
The bleak spread of separation
Howls like a wounded predator.
Colours wither as if a winter storm sprouted within them,
Fragrances are a sad pool of craving
Miseries bloom in spring.
Fall churns out a scarlet melancholy.
How to turn the lonesome night
Into a merrily drunk carnival of limbo?
Nibble on the pink cotton candies
Caught in a spell of blinking lights,
They cease stinging me.
Something to intoxicate the lonesome night?
In this interlude of despair;
A thought smiles cherubically,
Drinking a sweet nectar flowing through the desire
Of your lips on my lips.
Imprisoning the eternity there.
Souls in an embrace
That, even, death can’t part.
Bodies the reincarnation of love,
Ravished by its own secrets,
Indulging in their carnal taste.
And purple timelessness greeting the blessed delirium.
The winery of my steadfast hope
Aggravating the singing drops of Desire’s sizzling sweet nectar
Into waltzing red wine of longing.
The goblet of lonesome night brimming,
Fête of forgetfulness ensuing….