(For EGON SCHIELE )
Contour followed the body
daunted on the edge of abyss
thy lifeless eye embossed with a sigh
a season of snow fall on a barren bliss
I rushed to the horizon
where destined an Anubis-
the jackal with a breath trading curse to pry
defining dawn my bristles smudged a blush
beneath the dark circles of your vision
leaps comprised of blood – the less your face is blurred
the more of a morbid panorama occurred
neither you nor thee camouflage
could cheat death and hence
you become his mistress – composed and helpless
leaned towards the obvious hardcore
blood thirst prophecy of his lust over love
bondage over beauty
under his deceiving hypnotic spell
you wave goodbye and be engraved forever
in a gorgeous grave you lay upon
your last wish for not being kept and have it ignored
I bloomed thee immortal bed with your roses red
have you smothered till last breath
And the remaining thread
leaves me to follow the contour of our body
so that I can live and paint your death
