Ballade pour une femme perdue
1.
I wanted to shine
Vividly like the fire.
Closed into glass
To flame radinatly
In the clearness of ice
.
I wish the if the teasing
nakedness of my flesh frayed
Its dazing sweetness burned to dust
Sparkled my hair’s fugitive light.
2.
No.
Plenty of flies infested
My fever-fervent body
They like buzzed me round like petit pests
Injecting under my skin their selfish dirt
Tasting me with their disgusting feelers
Stamping on me with their small legs
3.
My skin is lying marble-silkenly
In the burial-silence of snow,death clear.
Screeching ravens are flying around
My leaf likely fallen blood-drops,
My hair whose shine has burned out.
Just bend closer.
In my eyes’ fragile gem you may see
The aeroplane scratched skies.
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