Poetry

Defrosting, 
the mutability of homicide. 
You were lost in dreams 
stoking the protests of eyes. 
 
What were the explicit 
suggestive remarks? 
A personality disorder for going back 
to pyramids and searching the priest? 
 
Embrace the death, who 
says. The pavallion was empty. 
Game was over and boys had 
gone to dethrone the kissed thief. 
 
The questions run, trailing 
the path. What was the nature 
of this thought, I say when 
sky was infinite?