Blue Hyacinth

Lost, lost, lost
As if lost in a labyrinth
Of quicksilver pain
You like a grounded reptile
Slashing and burning
In jerking saliva
And I am hardly sinking
Like your drowning flotilla
In a breastful of hemlock

Thump, thump, throbs
Your little heart
Beating hard upon
My closing moments
Penetrating your shame
With a ramrod
Of vanity crucified

To save you from dying
In collapsing disguise
From the long breath
Of your shadow's weary self
I see you it is me in you
Being overshadowed
In leaves of blue hyacinths.