The Dark Beauty Poem by Marieta Maglas

The dark love,
Grieving the darkness,
The red flesh
Of passion
And the blood of the sadness,
Traces in the hot sand.

The scissors,
Lurking in the green grass
Its soft violence,
Kinetic buds
Fulfilled with sap
Becoming
The needles' eyes
Of the trees,

The wayward yearning
Strong waves of thinking
To start, stop
And restart
This dark love

Forever kinetic,

Two thoughts meeting
To become then ideas,
Two souls entwining
To give life to a new little one.

Dark clouds flush the wounds.


Poem by Marieta Maglas