17 march 2021
A Dying Hymn
Your face had only the
eyes, when you flew backwards,
hovering like a humming bird.
There was no absolute,
hoisting the beheaded god.
In transience I will meet you
in air and shed the body.
In mouth-hole you put
all your wisdom, to bisect the
virgin house. Violence creeps into
the roses. They droop and bleed.
I will talk to burgundy-black
moon, not to leave footprints on
my face. My lips are going to
catch the stolen kisses.
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