A PRETTY FAITHFUL

I found my pretty faithful while

touching the world's grief

upon disenchanted colors of love

so the Soul could rest

I dreamed of heavy water beating

down my tongue dreaming of your

pretty face with tears drifting

from your mouth into the deep

So pretty while you're faithful

So pretty I felt my hands

trembling while fleeing from

a hideous green forest's black

memory -- the world's grief

Village sleeping beneath a

wild light, northern lights

a thunder's roar a laugh

and kisses of beautiful nudity

the Soul against a last tide

and so much better seeing grief

as a charity and your smile

the deepest cry from a graveyard

of your infinity.

:: 09.09.2024 ::