to the flames of the east.

I have been in love
in cluttering , fatal love
with a women
who had been burning
in her cradle.
I breath and stutter
for a woman
who has been deformed
who has grasped
ancient struggles
and she surrounds me
and floods me
and teases me
with bits
bits of end
and war
and fate
fatality
I love a women
who id beauty
and beauty unhindered
she is dry and warm and glory
and for as along as she has existed
she had been tragedy
middle east.
middle east.
my fair
stagger
of a lady
I clench you between my small arms
and I love you quietly
there isnt much I could do
with my wee
wee voice
that whispers verses
of hushed poetry.