Catrina

my beautiful mystery still needs her solace.my sunlight's rays are fuelled on paint & pencils.
my enigma machine is still clear inside.
her smile she flashes carelessly,glittering pearls with worth she hasn't discovered.-
once again i long helplessly for her,falling again & drowing (forever?)
&once again I push myself into the realm of my love,
This dirty (non)virgin (is she?)in whom I can rebel against myself.
With curling hair,black curling hair,
(blessed?) with witches' sparkling eyes,
drawing with a watering smile splitting at the seams,her time for me reserved in fine colours.