Minggu, 22 Oktober 2017

Our Favorite Word


 Image result for our bed
as you shut the Door, i sank my head into pillows
the bed traced no fragrance of your hair
only a taste of saline whose tears, mine or yours?
what made us cry a river, then a fight, or the needles spred all over the bed?
since we didn’t pay much attention to the Eros flame we pretended to ignite
cause there was no Animal desire left between us, only a piercing languor. so why didn’t you, why didn’t you strangle me? behead this agony from the roots of my neck
under The pseudonym of happy ending; should we call it poetry?
wow, look how Happy we are now
laughing along the way back home!

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