Triangles at the surface
In every petal your name is written,
of my rosy core of thunder
Black smitten
under
a Glass-Hell of
unspoken
unknown
so pure
Words...
of my rosy core of thunder
Black smitten
under
a Glass-Hell of
unspoken
unknown
so pure
Words...
*
Each silver petal glows with the nightingale tones
of velvet undertows
of some profound
unknown
Words.
*
It doesn't matter, it all turns to dust.
we might just forget and rust
just like everyone else we must,
neglect our search
for that unholy
unspoken
unknown
damned
Words.
*
... Those beautifull Words, my heart, that like blood have flood your fingers.

