About An Errorless Sin

About an Errorless Sin

 

In the blind attack of passion

On the heart of a young moon

Dying lonely without the music of death.

The hunger is coiled around the dying body

In the deepest secret of her nest.

The sky denies the moon to walk tonight

For the act of treading her errorless sin shamelessly.

The disposable error falls like the wintry leaf

Collecting all the rolling tears on the palm

Counting the fallen feathers in a dead heart.

None care the pulsation of a desperate art

Cracked wings of a broken sky.

The stream streams sinless

Without the smell of any wonder

That makes the skeleton blossom in a cup of life

To enlighten the darkness flowing in her.