You pop up from the fires of fantasies
Licking with your vicious tongue
The sweet cells of my cortex
I succumb to your approaches
You make me think of her -
Another lady, another place -
A coffee table, perhaps;
A reeking bed, perhaps;
We had bathed all over
In the wines of union
The angelic lady crossed
Across the shadow of
Night - pale, blue night
You stayed back with
Your whips of memory
I jumped into the river of elixir
The golden waters touched my skin
I mingled with the threads of your robes
Which held me like a swarm of rotten maggots
You came upon me like a knife on a fruit
I stood still till I get emptied of life
You butchered me
with stern principles
The coffe tables got upside down
The bed frozed and left serene
I became a pauper and a prince
I became a lost soul with an ignored cup of flesh
Only a friend in you I had who never quite left me.
