Altogether black light

For so long she’s used to the reflection on the mirror with a black glass of her dressing table that she started thinking a dressing table mirror comes with a black glass only.
There was so much black in the room that even open windows looked shut.
Skins walls floors beds everything was black except the eyes.
Altogether black light.

For so long the lighthouse had no visitors that it almost started looking black including the light.
For so long she had not seen her nakedness on a mirror that she almost forgotten her body forms.
All she could do was imagine light and long for it on her trembling thirsty lips.
And she knew it all through.
The black is just a dot surrounded by white.

She knew it all through.
This outer blackness is nothing but just a dot in her white bright eyes.

I’m on my way to meet her.

The lighthouse seer

Cradle of temptation like a monster tongue
Twirls tender autumn off the lighthouse
From where it once looked afternoon deer
In the reflection of a mind
Hibernated by both sulky and seeker.

Phantom of opera toy-tricks behind the red curtain

As million optimistic penetrations flash-dance
Around a global titanic prism
And billion pieces of human bone and flesh
Quiver and shudder in spasmodic trance.

Sullen evening at Everlasting Lust Door

Sips organic delirium from under morphed images
And the deprived souls set out to lurk after
When the fallen angels in graveyard garden
Swayed frantically with a wolf and guitar.

Unbridled convulsion of revenant ghost heart

Shape sifting in the hollow background mirror
The dark fangs of temptation sinks until bottom
This last once the cradle breaks apart in a tear
Autumn and i sail back into the lighthouse seer.