Once upon a time

Weeping the lust until it drains
The fluid layer of disgust,
Once upon a second pouring its slime
Into the cradle of a child,
Converting smile into loathsome grimace…
Carrying its’ shades of nothingness
Among those sparkling lips and gloomy eyes
Once upon a minute bruised by the wind,
And shivering with the tenderness of lashes
Concealing shame yet not with pallor…
But with the scarlet icon of its’ infancy…
Sobbing its’ vulgar haste towards tomorrow-
A cold and withered replica of now-
That means no glory, but a pale farewell
Uttered by the sharpness of ivory teeth
Not able to hide the anguish beneath…