Spirit of Romanticism

I stopped in the storm on a road to
death recalling one sweet honeymoon.
And love, and the chainless flood of
lust like shadow of sun in the blue.

She stared at rust of my ugly
breast still beating its moaningful life.
And hit me then delicate out to
bed. I ran after her to the shine.

25.12.2000


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