petals of nectar
were blooming in his mind –
anchorage for the sweetness of the day…
a trace of blood
crossing the lifeline of words
colored his voice in hues of crimson,
reflecting the molten sunrise
crowning the horizon…
he breathed in the promise of light –
‘you’ll sense my core
within the sun’s zenith’
she had whispered to him
between two waves of incense smoke.
so now his purple-scented gaze
devoured sunbeams,
in search for her perfumed blaze,
paying with his own sight
for the want of communing on
Amaterasu’s flesh…




© Liliana Negoi


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