That moment is fleeting away right now,
and I let it go.
Run away from me
my love, I thought.
You aren't safe here,
You aren't for me.
Thundering and lightning,
This was real love.
I see passing by
a bird above me,
with barbed wire in his gaping heart,
and a straw in his beak.
I cradle myself,
as he lands on an apple tree,
in God's garden,
Inhaling apple wine.
I would like to gallop through the night with you
On the spotty Indian horse of dreams.
One magical heart quivering with a knife,
My feet treading mud and swamp.
From that moment,
I see her everywhere.
I gaze into the distance,
my home is a hell made of stone,
a shattered, splintery Heaven,
A liquid distorting mirror
glinting in the light of fireflies.
An Indian demon haunts me,
with rusty, vacant eyes.
High up in the sky,
above its mirrors and clouds,
one snake-charmer's flute
falls from his angel-winged arms.