Like a vulture pilgrim a dead corpse,
Stars prostrate to the moon at midnight,
Hands cuffed in a dark spell’s caress…
Sink into my eyes, again…
Dogmas, desires, beliefs, denials,
A lifetime burnt, a moment enlightened,
Dark scratching madness; madness scratching me….
Make me crave for you again!
Elevation, exploitation, a puppet, a kite,
A bead held, a bead slipped,
A game in hands, a thriving temptation…
Engraved, entangled—in lines again!
Incense, light, smoke and ashes,
A candle cries; a cigarette dismantled…
Wind chime falls dead at the threshold…
Flame departs for a prowl again
