sober sky, sober air, key to sensual love, the history has it, the present adores, the future claims it, the blood showing a illustrious treat, where the classical science retreats, the cosmos gathers in attunement with the entire orient, there is no tomb from beyond the sky that never dreamed of the big hole, where the stars rusted slowly, hands too close to the heart. sitting by the road-side cafe, he smoked few more in waiting, he couldnt withdraw those strange eyes across the street, it happened in the noon, that sultry hour, when the heat was excessive beside the temple over the terrace she was drying her soft silky black hair, beneath the red sun a hint was thrown at him, her eyes intriguing, her hands looked soaked in blood, in that despair hour, would he be spared? aah, the cries, fantastical shadows, rhyming thighs, elastic veins, angel sky, devil sunbeam, strange world, to the nature he surrendered. he succumbed to her charms, being bored & wounded, he followed the trail which led him to another season. are you pleased? he asked her, with my hunger and thirst? no, will you deceive me? I can hit & miss, you go lucky once, with what? sword or dagger? with my brows & smile, my love, how? make me ache? or make me shake? toss you to the black angel like a wave, Ive seen your dramatic summers, this time there will be a camp, a dazzling sight, will I get the armor to fight? therell be a witch-fire, this terrified night, would the stars rain? youll be fried by the thunderbolts of gaze, build me a pyramid? bear my storms first babe, gimme a shot, Id not die in vain, Ill envelope you a lightning fire honey, A loud charge? Plain? Youll fall & bleed, she laughed monstrously. The water clears her way, the wet surface dries too fast, the bubbles are all burst, beneath the red eyelid, an array of marigold shots, beneath the warm sky & in the noon, sharp, she weeped vultures, the brave soul departs. The Flight of A Man (C) Wanderer 2014
Posted on: Tue, 29 Jul 2014 14:14:45 +0000