Spiral-Korponai István

Blue and red
than your eye and
into a wreath your braided hair
mildly crumbling
your curls sandy desert
Your clever eye key
and the light of lock
is due far
falls back
to look for a new secret
immediately
releases everything
secretly
Is projected on me pries
the flower of your lip
quivers
the magic of a rose
detonates for the wall
realises seeks out
empties slag
from the pit of my soul
embraces was afraid cradles
relates it silently
our dreams
that into past rabid
a hundred into a billion years
Vernal green grass
his strength sprouts
and silently than
our prayer for each other
that day which one
a devil's day
we return
three days later
to die to mourn
our colourless life.
Blue and red
than your eye and
into a wreath your braided hair
crumbles mildly glitters
than our ardour got tired
glitters emptily races
infertile thirsty one
into a desert where the sand
ocean secretly
with the death blanket
prophesied
he dreams his life.