Poem I

During the bitter sweet nights, of moon and mint,
Besides shapeshifting dunes of timeless sands,
baptized by careless flames of her silk and breath,
That night, on Altar, I was sacrificed.

As the last flutter, before the bird is seized,
feathers ceded to fuming agony of her crown;
with blood poured into golden caskets of fate mongers,
the body of the outcast dragged to the shores.

Beyond sullen mountains and grizzling clouds,
sight of the my Lord glide upon the carcass.
leaving it adrift, on the great pilgrimage,
dissolved in absolution, lost in ravages of time .