You received a bunch of keys when you were born
Keys to open dreams and nightmares
And vaults and secret chambers.
Of all only one fits the mold carved in my soul
In my stoned heart.
As you’ll lift it and read its hatchment
You’ll decypher my name, my blood and my pain
And scarlet poems will roll on my tongue
Like drops of blood streaming from the corner of my bitten lips
Torn by roses that grow in a dream
Where we have lived an eternity together.
Return the key in its place
Complete my soul, revive my heart
And fill up my eyes with your eyes
Just like the sky throws itself into the sea
To pervade life and death in an endless smile
Of purple burning morning.
This is my entry for Picture it & Write