On The Anniversary Of Gustav Klimt

Shame!
I had started the fight.

I asked you to stay away
to interpret my integrity
of slaying the desire.

The sand will send the horse
back to home
without the rider.

A genuine poem will find
the coarse beach where the
body had left the bloody patch.

Should we ask the waves
not to cross our path
carrying a carcass of a dead fish?

Your profile was making
an arch for a perfect kiss
for the sake of a mirror.