The Mysterious Fire

I was a poem 
reinventing the estranged 
diaspora of words. 

No regrets. Eliciting 
the sane suffering, 
which did not bode ill. 

Breaking the silence 
I will reclaim the groped 
virginity of stones, which 
had witnessed unparalleled assault. 

I was your earth, 
and I was your space. 
You zoomed through me 
like a comet, piercing my body 
my bones, 
my sky. 

An angel paints 
his body with moonlight, 
in blue theme.