I thought you hung the moon in night skies,
Polishing the stars on my skin,
A welkin soul a rose loves rain

In the sacred grove immortal chestnuts scattered at your base,
O rapture of hearts thirsty, lucid you proclaimed nectar redder wines,
Bitter was his blood weeping wine from branches high

Every rose word shed immortal tears, intoxicated I lay upon his soil,
Madness sweet devotion yearned in my bitter blood wine,
O dismay such tears did rain

Seared my flesh naked, stabbed stupid with thorns,
Whitherward I was to vanish once more, a parched rose,
O’er perfumed mounds his children breathe

Talent he mused, mental is the artistic bleeder,
Born in one single nights kiss,
Bitten you swallowed thy stars, his throaty laugh

Drown you clever ***** in amaranthine dreams,
He rode through my soul filled veins,
Repulsed as I sin, umbriferous from loves bright sun

Learn he played, his song be bound in mortal pain,
Live thee without thy rain,
A statue weeps rosy wine,

~ For Judas dances in bleeding rain ~


© Arnay Rumens /A Sol Poet N 2014