Poezie

Berceni Love

1 min lectură·1 septembrie 2004

Mediu

I long to hear you speaking again,

To ask you if you are happy

And to retort of course I am.

My cheeks would painfully smile

And you would ask me what’s up.

Yet I would answer it’s nothing.

I miss you ordering pizza for me

That I would not finish,

Pour me a glass of beer

And tell me look, it’s golden!

I would smile at you childishly through the glass

And you would already know

What I am going to say next.

I wish you open your bag full of cash on the table,

To deny me paying my bill,

To buy me as if I were a jade-eyed slave,

To mesmerize me with jewels, dresses and make-up,

To drive me slowly in Mercedes as if I were a queen

Of the neighbourhood. I would say nothing

And you’d ask me what’s up? What’s happened?

I need your reassuring voice.

I know I would not understand

Everything that you say.

Yet I would touch the skin of the words

And sure they will glow.

I would lose my way among

The phrases doing me in

With their sultry sway…

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Monica Manolachi. “Berceni Love.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/monica-manolachi/poezie/85028/berceni-love

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