Rosa mia

Do you miss me?
Do you lie at night thinking where is my honey?
Do the stars tell you my dreams?
Have the nights whispered my love to thee?
Have my messengers delivered my suicide note?
Where if I not see thee or speak to thee within five sunsets
I will vanquish all existence
And die every death
And rape every souland molest
God's imagination
And steal my soul in the twilight so as to smoke a cigar
And pray our progeny will not deliver
And hope that every beast fearful will collapse with eyes wide openand our Luna
Oh our Luna
Bright and dark a virgin
Where but for her
What would be said
Of you and I

RC