I stab the heart of darkness
And turn the blade leisurely slow.
The blade plunged in black blood.
The pale skin of blindness,
I wash with a colorful glow,
And bathe it in a gentle scud.
I choke the throat of sorrow
With bare hands of absolute rapture.
Its wheezes make a symphony.
And pour beauty in morrow
For my eyes to adoringly capture
The yawps in a revel ceremony.
On the corrupted soul of sadness
I paint hues of brief blisses
But so pristine that it blushes
As I cleanse the spirit with happiness
I cover her with sweet kisses
So lovely that it brings in rushes
I cherish the death of all ugliness
And reminisce the cold miserable days
Enclosed by dirt, filth and lust
I lose myself in the ecstatic liveliness
Of altruistic pruriency`s welcomed stays
Wrapped in benign love and its trust
My saviour, love, I mumble a prayer
For your vigour and virgin heart
Unbleached mind and smile`s delight
Through this poesy I present a layer
Of gratitude for my journey`s start,
With your soft touch, of life and light.