her eyes
hide a thousand Arab prisoners
frozen with chilled lightening
when the moon seduce lovers
and religious poets
her eyes
throb with an ancient fear
when the street turns dark at the edges
and the pianola stirs ruined memories
as shadows begin to shine
and molten buildings rise to fame
a mystic trend creeps
into those battle-drunk eyes
that now burn with strange prophecies
behold and betray.......
hear the rhythmic beats
and the jubilant pain
as we create once again
with blood and music
the tidings of the day sink
into a tune from the creepy bowers
and metropolitan ashes
and salt ticks weary
in a scented hour-glass
thoughts torment me like busy war-planes
alas my hermit friends,
the time is ripe for another disaster
as silent voices quarrel over blood and silver
and my lips get poisoned with a prayer
I look for a place to hide
behind poems
or virtual pleasure
her eyes now shine
with a crusade for a hero's fall
and memories of a headless horse
follow the darkness
with the magi-cians words
who knocks on the silent door
between faith and death
on this cold December evening?
betray me with a kiss
and a coffin for metallic saints
gamble my body for drachmas
and when darkness shimmers
rise....rise again!
this night reveals a fresh smell
and bleeds a demon's wounds
cure me with a touch and holy water
baptise me O Lord
for my sins and sympathy
and awaken in me
those old Christian beliefs
and as her eyes now sleep
with a pagan verse
let me hunt with a mirror
and explore a few more
spiritual dreams
(The 's' has been omitted from 'seduce' in the fourth line purely for the sake of poetic beauty)
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