Burning Lamps

    Tonight, I have smoked my favourite cigarettes with curtains drifted apart, I sit here with a glass of my taste And as this lamp burn, I burn like the melting wax And I begin to bleed, I bleed on my paper with hot wax on my cold skin Tonight, the moon is drunk… Continue reading Burning Lamps

Burning Mystery

Each summer among the starry-nights, I see poppy feathers dropping On my startling skin, music, reverie Under my chalky lips. The pattern of floral constellations hang from my fragile skin, diamonds, autumn leaves All wrapped like a melody string. The moon flickers on my naked waist, Churning its secret on my cheekbones And something trembles… Continue reading Burning Mystery