5 May 2012
"Poisonnet"
In the last empty maze I left you for lust... For regular shades, the stem's thorned ladders Only after my fall to the mired fault's meadows My memory showed you, I'm pulled to the past!
I saw scarlet flowers, your loneliness throne! I tasted bitter pollens alongside your dead unread letters! I felt insane nectars, your charmed perfumed ghetto! I feared the bees – those blind slaves, all your own...
Yet I crept towards you in the depth of night's fires. I saw eight shadows, as I blink, in the dances And a cross on your back... you poured honey on lances. Spider!...Widow of darkened wings and white eyes.
Please! Catch my heart in your sweet-poisoned net - it will be your willing butterfly-marionette.
-.BEST/POEM. Poisonnet (final, edited) • Opuss № I