Kalavinka

Let us burn,
make the ungrateful wishes vanish like
ashes swallowed by petit rouge birds in madness.
Let us conquer,
writing words in misty memories with our tongues
in between butterflies wings,
move against this forgotten dream.

Shyness was made with stained glass,
the one we used to drink in pleasure nights...
while now,
now images born with soothing red strings
of passion,
a tainted blooming veil shines in this bosom.
This liquor of temptation began to flow,
tilting every corner of the mind
and making it hallucinate our meetings under the moon's bleeding heart...

Shift emotions,
make that anger be that needed child
you used to be before in golden tears of lust,
embrace my smile with thy fingers of prayer,
come again with silent moaning through dawns thighs...