I SEE

I see the loving blood

ooze down between those fair legs.

And on the top two hands

wind with tenderness and malice.

In the empty eyes I see

pure drops of the soul.

The body is now quiet.

The head turns in fear.

I see something white

peeping in the dark recesses.

And water's running out.

Onto the lips it's sliding now.

I see a black raven

emerge from deadly heavens.

I hear a pallid swain

utter fervent words for love.

I see unruly tresses

intertwine in infidelity.

The soul keeps on being quiet

and awaits old age to come.