| The Passion |
| Last night i dreamed of kissing, fields of ragged carnations sun stabbing four horizons with its knives flashing - from the kisses blood was dripping The air, warm as at a stake, was sprading rusty fluids: my mouth was full of kisses, I tried but couldnt escape - The whole field flickered like a stake. A forest, its green shield breathing way off, in the coolness, ragged carnations at my feet showed me the distance i must complete to reach that green shield. And i stayed in kisses - burning. clouds chased by cruel sun; I was never meant to reach them, those cooling green shields - i was kissing carnations - burning fields. |