Burning Flowers 

some people burn daylight, some burn the flowers, 

some stand in their sunlight, some in their towers, 

I lay in my darkness, for hours and hours, 

dreaming of sunlight, dreaming of flowers,

taken by vapors, of feminine powers,

tasting the sweetness, when swallowed then sours,

a burning nourishment, that only devours,

a soul in a life, by birth deflowered,

no clouds in sight, but expecting a shower.