Flesh

Lingering… softened
A world of handful
Grabbing my sighs
Why does she mourn so loud?
Dust… silenced
An ounce of thousand wishes
Hurdling to be heard
Why can’t she count more?
Colours… darkened
Palettes of lust
Grinding idiosyncrasies
Why has she grown mute?
Sorrows… Deepened
Lavishly brutal
In your own solicitude
Will she ever forgive?
Flesh… Adorned
With daggers of love
Cutting their way to you
Will she ever forget?

14.01.05