BLACK

BLACK – I

Dark
Is the humor of the stubborn thorns
In the waves of the desert stretch;
The spirit of the cactus evaporates,
Body left in the monotony of ashen grounds.

Wasted talent of the chameleon
On a moonless night
- The color
As opaque as the philosophy
Of the remotest star.

Abstinence,
That holds the reins,
Strangling indulgence;
Bitterness,
That holds on ransom,
The verse of honey drops;
Despair,
That holds a hope,
Breaking into the tides of happiness;
Black,
That holds the suspense
Of animated hues.



BLACK – II

The language
Is manifested
In a pair of jet black eyes;
The frontiers of beauty
Begin and end
In the windows of the body.

Femininity
Wrapped in a veil,
The ceremonial attire
Melts
In the murky veneer of the night.

Black melts.