Starburst

After finding the pulse, 
you become a man-eater. 
Decide to play a volcano― 
to solve the mystery 
of god. 

Shirtless violence, 
sells the skin, the vagus 
and the cranium. 

There was no difference 
between black and white. I 
had fallen for the crooked― 
smile of death. 

You appear like a 
nymph in my stasis― 
of thoughts. I kiss 
my hands. 

You penetrate in my bones. 
O God, you were exactly my image. 

Moon stained a poem beseeches 
me, to lift my pen.