The Breathless Countess of Foam

Lies in sporadic verses
Eternally Aphrodite lying sleepless
Hopeless
Breathless
A cut on her vena cava
Never loathe a single drop
Of white platelet

Her songs embrace Sappho
The grace of art
The prettiest lacuna
Slaughtered in Byzantina
With tears of Aphrodite
Running through the words

Her song embraces me
In such a grotesque persona
Blackened in coma
Die with amputated heart

The theater runs in velvety
The applause from the deities
As the hymn of Aphrodite
The Venus aria
Gyrate towards the two ears
Softly finger the eyelids
The Muses crying
As the piercing lullaby
Crush their soft voices - The arid caressing

The breathless countess of foam
Burial held wherever sadness has roamed
Forsaken in time – the coldest martyrdom
For every sacrificed mortal she is adorned.









28.04.2007