Good eye sniper;
penetrate...

Thy heart is the night,
so emblazon me with shades of black...

In grey mists I see,
a V of black swans...

Performing in symphonies of mutilation,
fingertips of sunlight murmured salvation...

As the cardinals slit their wrists,
I inhale eulogies from every kiss...

Sundown flares in fragmented smiles,
masterpieces broken, though not unspoken...

Oh Valentina,
a mistress heart-break...

My dreams lie with Persephone,
a stream of wishes...

When the light drifts below,
the horizon of grass and snow...

I went to see her dance one day,
In the fluorescent flower fields of May...

From maidens fair,
and hissing serpent hair...

As lonely as a poet,
Without a Muse to call...