in the mirror of your palm
I am
and your rhythm of woman awakened in love
is the the beat
of my heart
the tension of your lips
become my words
and I am muted
and amazed
by the
what you see
is not an
abstract painting,
but my blood
spitted and spread
into the sink.
this is not
anatomy
nor physiology
this is the science
of
pure nightmare
boiled and distilled
sleep, she said
sleep and dream
the impossible
drink, she said
drink this water
it will get you
through this desert
hold, she said
hold this rock
it will show you the
way
breath
It’s too late now ; for you or another…I just want to…
You speed through the city! You speed through my life and I am too tired. So please, stop!
Take your hands off…I've had enough of
woman,
I am a man lost
between your
hands
and your
eyes
between
now and tomorrow
i have blood
all over my hands
as i pulled out
my heart
and
eating it now
feasting over
