After all the hours filled with the misery
of this blood-soaked world,
eleven of them, from gray
morning to this evening sunshine
he turns to her last image
to drive that reality away, briefly,
with the magma of desire and lust
it evokes. The tide of blood
evaporated, briefly vapour
far above his vision of entangled
flesh, to rain down
and rise again as the crimson
tide, but only after his joyful desire
has been quenched
by his imagination feeding
on her gift, for now
he is in a wonderful state
of bliss, at his Avalon.
26.06.-10.08.2025
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