—For Kenan
There is a raging of blood, roses and fire –
a gentle horror blooming within our veins.
I am shy within your arms, blushing to the roots of my black hair;
a woman of glass, Satan’s womb and silk,
a dark moor of gore.
—For Kenan
There is a raging of blood, roses and fire –
a gentle horror blooming within our veins.
I am shy within your arms, blushing to the roots of my black hair;
a woman of glass, Satan’s womb and silk,
a dark moor of gore.