Cowardly efforts of a worthless soul
Rages, this low murmur of lazy surf;
Mind and body beaten, bruised, losing control,
An enfeeble struggle of a timeless sleepy curse.
Surges wave of open independence.
A quenchless abyss seeking earnest passion...
Splendor and lavish sentiments... surge with vengeance;
Divulge a precipitous... obvious confession.
The Black Bird sings its glorious tune, those mystical words...
Sweet mistress, your grace... so divine!
Till stillness falls and the master stirred.
And that white body that lay is mine!
Piercing spears of light from the moon
Through darkness whisper protect the sire,
And ere the night I cradle the spoon
Black Bird sing to your heart’s desire.
Beads of sweat surface on ashen skin,
Fiery droplets coalesce in tiny streams;
Heroin... The Black Bird, the source of sin.
The envy of my thought, it’s all it seems.
The narrow passage, the acquainted place
Surrenders to this pulsing watchful eye
Disguise throes of serried power, panting in disgrace
I am the Black Bird, infatuated, bold and sly.
The lean, dark-eyed man wipes his fingers wet
Enchanting are my withdrawing moans, in vain
With taunting-pate coughs, I’m beset.
Constrained by this liquid fire, my body set aflame
Angry grey wolf... trembling terror, yields my breath
Continues the reign of the Black Bird, unabated!
Whose glory shines by this sweet quest!
I shall not weep, for I have been, deceived and betrayed.
Copyright © Johnny Martinez | Year Posted 2018