Heady Life Poem by Dan Uriel

you have a heady life on your rosy lips
the worker opens the fresh spring
curved-waist waist - no stems flower
your tired and expensive sapphire eyes

there's no work anywhere
oh, that's how that worth it
bloody marble stone, not true
blood rumbles in you,not alive

your God-captivated grey wreath hair
your face down to the rich fire of hell
wonder how shines like a pearl
nobody deserves your space

I know but I want you not to fall
then before me saying, do not lose
who struggles to make living
others are immersed