Primrose Path

Evening primrose in purple noon..
Offered his pas de duex
over the glistering lake
Neither dream, nor fantasy
Neither love, nor lust
soiled, frozen beyond temperament.

Clinging himself to the dreamy eyes
Swirl gracefully towards
despise whisper.
Bow, kneeled
to the madness end
Prison of worn out shame.

A leap in dark
of unwished pace
Cries and laugh in dreadful agony
The torn he wore across his fate
pierced his heart along the dance.

His art
His smile
His grace
Poison of every breath
His heart
His pride
His soul
The frost he kissed in cold…