nightblindness/ lovers unknown

birds of coloured light
hear their song in a silent seed
the sitar turns a thousand leaves
into a silvercloack of sound
see the candle burn
inside an invisible bell
reverbe the hymns in flames
a hummingbird of trembling black
turns baroque lips into gothique
the kiss of the tattoed dream
no light as she screams
no wound just a wing
rubbing in dark satine


(written this morning in Nieuw Gent(miljoenenkwartier))