Poezja

The auspicious death 
in moonless night. 
Anxiety meets the ultimate. 
 
What was left now 
to cultivate the kiss 
of unknown. Everything 
 
has been spread on the bed. 
The knife, the heart and 
the parting lips. 
 
The purity was at stake. 
Spiteful and maligned, you 
tear off the tender drape. 
 
The black silence 
descends in the gash of the 
memory. A white marble bleeds.