The allowed fruit


It is what you kept only for me,
Your pierced heart,
Your running blood on my dirty face,
Your flower breath over my thorns,
It is enough for my broken clay.
Touch me not in your embrace.
Write again my pattern as you step over me
A weight in gold
Already sold at the best price and owner.
What do I get as your shadow?
My ashes in your fire a diamond
Writing over the mirror of life.
Another planet in your eyes
Please write my name on your guest list
If not as your dear son!
Let your hand crush the serpents from my jungle,
The chain of death may smile
The falling stone a flying bird
The eyes of night see the sun
With stairs on words
On meat as following
Your heart in my chest.