REMNANTS OF AN ANEMIC LOVE-3
There I stood, As blockade, growing day by day In your fainting arteries. You swallowed pills unknown To fatty vocules of nauseating analgesics. Miraculous plunder of sanguine but yellowish, Unguaranteed wounds Glued in shamelessness Of arbitrary rhythms you utter. In muted vigilance My broken strings of looted violin Waited in each capillaries Wandering inflammable voids. Till your vassals' dice seeking my exotic arms.