Liquid Labyrinth

night current
éjszakai áramlat
and my loneliness is so great during the day
that I can’t stand it by the evening: Tibor Gyurkovics
the dawn the paid love has come
I just wanted it out of necessity
a frail person is still longing for love
until the fancy passing at midnight’s propensity
the new moon came with naked pleasure beam
the season called for opium in the morning
it smashed with its fist my sweetest dream
but the smell of incense made me a man with a warning
the noble night is often indifferent in hope

  • but lust also has its own rules to evoke
    and I was covered by the blood-stained robe
    garnished with painted coat of arms gaudy cloak
    an adventurous command of the night
    it flows from sad widowed instincts
  • its fashion turns into a million of hugs
    and the two-faced god of dormant feelings
    time cheated on me I was hurt by the night
  • the stars caught you red handed as mistress
    you stand in front of the elders as an accused templar
    but Friday will cleanse you from all the kisses
    my blood was wounded by the fresh night
    every hug leads to another groan
  • the evening snarled at my flesh wild
    and loved it all to the bone

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