Sponged
In living daylight
stumbling on the mire.
while fetid steam grows
All over my skin
is the earth gnawing
each inch of fervor left
yet anonymously
with freezing hands
unfolds a still sunlight
without any transcending
heat.
and firmament pouring down
unlike these fragments
gradually killing my senses,
the rain stops.
with definite movement and flow.
a macabre of two shadows
dance in lust
unlike these rain it stops.
