Poezie
a week just for her
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Mediu
i am the master of the
first spoken word.
tuesday
i sculpt her body
on the walls of god’s tears.
wednesday
i stalk every move she makes
through the boundlessness
of the sheets.
thursday
i invent for her the unmatchable colour
orange.
friday
i compose with my fingernail,
on the opaque sclera of the street
la symphonie d’être deux.
saturday
i give a written test to the humankind.
sunday
i watch for the countless time
as she leaves my life,
strategically,
as a tide from the lips of the sand.
monday
tired,
i wonder,
how can i write so many words just
for you.
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