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you hid refuge from me

within the piled leaves of my anxious autumn

you were gambling

that I would venture again

onto the arch of your loves flame

am I a burnt-out ?

tease me now but remember

my madness

my sacrilege

my crime

and the carnage that spills into my spirit

where are those windows into the soul?

eyes speak without words

piercing like a bullet

these words cut like a knife

these inscriptions of the mysterious

they yield to ancient lusts

as they whispers like wings

until they scream screams that are lyrically allusive

your eyes reflect

haunts of my desire

I gaze into the naïve morning

and see into the disquieted evening

the skies turn into the color of dark love

never let me lose that dark star

or the statue-like stare of your eyes

or your storm on the shore

or your clay that shapes my despair