Poezja

Take my body for sail, 
my wings to fly. 
I am trying to find out 
the meaning of a drop. 
 
The point man was taking aim. 
There was no culpability. 
I asked, what was the need to 
know the verdict of a rape? 
 
The bed always suffers. The secret 
of a muse overturns a disaster. 
In insane sky a beleaguered moon 
was taking a shower. 
 
Unmasked, the desire turns to 
fire and ignites the palace. 
It was not enough to meet death 
with empty hands.