(CYCLE : LOVE TRUE OR NOT TRUE )
Post-alkoholic sex
Miserable and clumsy
Intensive, automatic
And almost public
Destroys the gery
Of our friendship
It’s like recycling
Of posible love
You broke into interior
Of my intimacy
Do you feel anything
I surely don’t like
You against me rub
My breast you suck
I bite you, scratch
Of hug you instead
The beach so long
On summer light
I’m lying here
Without force
Like open shell
Into you slide
Like homeless
Of sea waves
Roar the wind
Drowns out our moan
And that it’s good
See us only
Some seagulls
I’m thinking of leaving
As soon as possible
World of my dreams
Has broken here
In this now I’ll be
Without you
When rises sun
I’ll disappear from here
You now still sleep
In sand footprints
Will cover the wind
( July 4, 2024 )
