Night-blooming poison

Datura gave its bloom at note of night

We must have passed across the secret garden

The mind could not withstand each other’s might

We met ‘n that day

The Writer shifts his hand – signs up

The story of us, startled

 

The tragedy of love was spark at first

With dangerous smell of your aventure* nature

Forbidden “cross of hearts” of Reason and the Risk

With one common denominator - sadness

 

 

Such under-lock-and-key embedded heat embraced

The paths of two hurt hearts, to chain them altogether

From different poles two souls found the way

to Love

 that was so poisonous from their first step, in essence

 

 

forgetting any life behind the Love

that covered them, taking in Worship blanket

their hearts kept burning, flashing from inside

and eye in eye, and touch was only magnet

 

 

Since then they carry their cross upon the hearts:

They love each other

Through the wildest passion

 

But madness of the flower sows it hard:

They only see each other as night rushes

 

 


Фото сделано мной

aventure* French (adventure)

(Datura is an extremely beautiful but poisonous flower that blooms at night )