Dark roots twisting needles into earth,
Dark fruits ripen for Black Malva.
Dark boots wedge between bone and bone,
Dark suits lined in Black Malva.
Dark looks down royal gallery,
Dark crooks respond with mimicry,
Dark books written about him,
Dark works signature paradigm,
Darkness dread,
Dark dress drops beside the bed of Black Malva.
Dark heart longs for one last tryst,
Dark blood pumps against open wrist.
All seems to keep in time with Black Malva.
When You Were Mine 