She rose from the dead
Claiming the red cases
those keys that heed hate
and bleed the hateful fate

She captured and locked gates
behind a fenced hell circle
where portions are affixed
and souls are trapped in control

She is strangled and wrangled
past the norm,existence zones
inside the spirals of the lost moon
where demons lie and litter ties

She is as strong as the Zion tribe
a lioness with a majestic touch
that propels and tunnels courage
In an afterbirth of the untied ...praises strolls

See that woman taken by the wind
blown in the skies without a lover
nor promises to uncover her darkness
her nights are covered by the moon
As it wanes she wades on her bed
caressed in a lonely love affair of own
arrested in an unbearable burn of lust
stressed by blowing ******* of unwon
she tries to chase the butterfly in the dark
as the glow promises the line of lovers
her laughter is an echoey paste aced
See that woman taken by the winds

*Hold her hand and just chase her

I have travelled and dodged the bullets
dragged the leaded knees on casted iron
covered with clay on my bear bosoms*
felt your depth in my search ohh my love
and as I lay caressing your feet unhurriedly  
I feast in your unknown moistured touch
tongue on tongue preaching gospels unheard
travelling on transverse unmet peregrinations
hoping to thread at the core where we adjoin
learning again how to heave against the gradient
on paralleled transgressions exploring propagations
breaking walls and decoding the remissions
delegating preliminary positions to submission
feverish ardour of anticipation and langour
*I long for you sweet valentine, comeby on board