Nov 2014
She,
my silent lover.
A dagger,
in her black dress.
Secret
as the night air.
Now endless.
Counting,
joy and pain.
A beauty —
Silent,
in her black dress.
Her heart,
a forest.
Inescapable.
my silent lover.
A dagger,
in her black dress.
Secret
as the night air.
Now endless.
Counting,
joy and pain.
A beauty —
Silent,
in her black dress.
Her heart,
a forest.
Inescapable.
For Katerina.
