Tead of Silk

Her artful finger had
Plucked in silence
A tead of silk for my needle
Eyes had opened
Allswallowing horizon
When spring was once lived here.

Broken rhymes had fallen
With dripping tears
Follow the rhytm of bleeding hearts
Hearts of lost
Here in lust labyrinths that guard
The warmth of their hands and
Acid of breathes sad.