In pure bitter tongues Poem by Marc Kregting

In pure bitter tongues trembles a blistering
and sweet betrayal, a rim, a fountain debt
which lives for reeling as for deliberation.
A blazing first and a rueing, an ashbin and
caress-like kiss, because that they merely marry
maggots and don't then the ash-smell wish?
A very calculated meal of heavening and film
entwine; vicious chain courting was able to
struggle free in rhyme. The spacious obstacle
of speed and general reeling a swooning is
and silencing, significantly self-possessed.