Poezie

what else is there?

1 min lectură·21 ianuarie 2014

Mediu

nor do they know how to pass over you all

my gestures copying the movements of my

dreams leaves my gasping breath moist skin

I don't know

how could otherwise would I be able to move my body

from a reality to another as if I divide a deck of cards

for two poker players

and meaningless words are like a bluffed lost hand

with broken pairs

I don't know what else is out there but I saw myself in your eyes

as in a transparent coffin

I saw his hands which were losing temperature as if they say

farewell

I saw your breasts as two tubes of spray covering a peeled

graffiti

I felt the void left behind in each cube of air

for your body that dislodges 45 kilos of darkness enough

not to have a whole night for sleeping

I don't know where

I should be able to

with my aluminum arms that no magnetize

with the soul like a breeze in dried leaves

with eyes turned into desert I wonder what else

could be there?

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Leonard Ancuta. “what else is there?.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/leonard-ancuta/poezie/14042610/what-else-is-there

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