The shadow of your love
Is a delicate thing
It can be the monster of misery
A prince of madness
A royal badass
It is neither man or woman
Asexual predator of soft decay
It can be an aerobic scattering of sudden elation
Or a violent playground for a courageous youth
Fatal existentialistic charm
Pan like in the quest for sexual power
Whiteness through the darkness
Formless through the sharpness!
Through the lustre of a firestorm
It will bring you the smell of
death or the phantom of life.
Alas tomorrow will be another yesterday
Today is only the beginning of
Loves delicate tomorrow.