Written by Sorana Santos on Tuesday the 20th of April 2010
When no such bitter mania did blaze, Nor barren need deliver me awake, Language on infinite thread fingers played, And there aroused your gaze.
No heroines, no cherubs, no mystics, Cushion celestial daggers when they blow, So I absorb the numbness of your kick, And need it so.
Such blindly coloured light can never show, The intimacy of a fixed heart's stare, But crushing tenderly
Each inward good it knows,
The darkness comes from fault lines and from
Fissures in the soul.