“love is fatal—if one truly loves”
in those hours
when destinies were accursed
and the gods unbearably dull,
it meant listening
to lines spilling from the fingers
of a vagabond poet
played on dissonant violins
when the magpies fell into silence
and your lips swayed with alcohol,
it meant dreaming
on the naked wings of swallows
in those hours
when freedom festered
and revolutions were deemed sacred,
it meant spitting on humanity
inside cells rank with decay,
cursing without restraint
loving you—
my season of longing
that refused to end,
you were the firefly
I carried in my pocket
like a hidden flame
we—
you and I—
beneath the mournful rains
of menacing days,
were two wounded souls,
unshielded,
without an umbrella
we—
you and I—
in the womb of the sea of freedom,
were the vessel’s
two unshrouded crew
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 9:10 AM UTC
“love is fatal—if one truly loves”
in those hours
when destinies were accursed
and the gods unbearably dull,
it meant listening
to lines spilling from the fingers
of a vagabond poet
played on dissonant violins
when the magpies fell into silence
and your lips swayed with alcohol,
it meant dreaming
on the naked wings of swallows
in those hours
when freedom festered
and revolutions were deemed sacred,
it meant spitting on humanity
inside cells rank with decay,
cursing without restraint
loving you—
my season of longing
that refused to end,
you were the firefly
I carried in my pocket
like a hidden flame
we—
you and I—
beneath the mournful rains
of menacing days,
were two wounded souls,
unshielded,
without an umbrella
we—
you and I—
in the womb of the sea of freedom,
were the vessel’s
two unshrouded crew
