O black rose, why you
smell the body of a young
fawn after the run?

The sweat was sensual.
You want to kiss the burning
coals of brown eyes.

You always surprise
me in dark moon to put
up a savage fight.

You disown all your
sins. Fat burns.
An aura prowls around
the temples.

The honor ****
will make you a living god.
Rusted heart wants
to achieve eternity.

The otherness, goes
for incarnation. Abstract
quality will explore
the song of the sea.

Life starts anew. You
were a fake genius. There
was a secret pact
to wear the veil.

Mystical close to mystery
The closing of the mouth

Can't quite overcome history
Especially way down South

Myths, wrote Eliade, are about beginnings
I've learned from my travels
And from my sinnings

David Markson, David Markson
I need your 5th book
If we go into extra innings!