Priestess - Imaad Wasif

Easter is everywhere

a memory enchanting time

all these rooms

all these walls

hangin' pictures for the blind

blowing across the plains in high-gloss

drained by your master’s brutal reign

Last year in Marienbad

solemn processions of the husband

you emerged in pornographic heat

from a poem of obsession

Learn to accept how far we are from perfect

slowly undress the priestess

The essence of the gold flower

flower…

Love will last