Through the evergreen spikes and idle sun rays,
We slipped into the shelter of a glade’s keeper.
Our chests, that morn, merged with soil in haze,
letting lungs inhale the dust, earthly mud deeper.
We coquetted the sunbeams until they faded away,
Greeted the old night with cuddles fake and stark,
Stole the water from the vines, and turned ash-gray,
And towards us, lured prisms, from a lost lark.
We heard the rivers, the winds, and rains above,
We carried rotten grass, pale tree stories and awe;
We re-lived days of damnation, miracles and love.
Being rigid, eye-closed, and silent was the law.
Dim violet shattered light warms our skin below;
Where I and she, between the lilies grew our days,
Between the Larkspur submitted to our eternal foe:
Time: the long-lasting eons of gloom and craze.
In the forest’s lap, my lips are in a meek embrace,
With her; the unrivaled goddess of fostered innocence,
Demeter, the fertile goddess of our home space,
And O, here comes the angel of late repentance.
A divine party of lust it was, underground, unseen,
Where the beauty of immortal euphoria lodged in,
And godly licks and temptations filled the in between.
We tricked the forest and land, and portrayed our sin.
Under the evergreen spikes and idly languorous sun rays,
Two humming mouths presented one last song for life,
A song of farewell, sung on a white bed of sorrowful essays,
Chanted above rendered up necks and played by a knife.
And O, godly licks revive the remnant of us that decays.