the sound of you caressing my jawline
squares
circles
only thoughts bring nipples
out of decency
to light
feel free to speak
in blank verse
against all odds
against clothes
against my
play games with my hemoglobine
on sale this sunny wednsday
paint it white
paint it in evening colours
mourning colours
dash bits of silver over my head
mold me into a woman
take me at face
tenderness is all lost
somewhere between those shades of green
up in the skies
is there an end to this road
is there a road
can you tell the difference
do you know
when i hurt
out of spite
we can only juxtapose
layer those thoughts
never the same on sunday morning
never the same sunday morning
in between
no pleasure in having
wanting is more socially acceptable
decaying
Would you think I am hungry if I ate your black eyes
Would you serve them to me on a bed of crushed ice
(beluga caviar) lemon, butter and spites
Would you throw in your heart and give me a
I am lying against two pillars
They are old
Cracking and stammering
Under my weight
Under my youth
They are dying.
And I can’t help it.
I dreamt the other night
That She had indeed begun to
