04/09/2013

the end game

something is broken
about that – all of us agree
it bruised our minds
and the ugly purple colour
flooded our insides
our skin
tongue
and nails
you lay your head
on my knees
and breathe silently
I entangle my fingers
in your hair
‘how bad can it be’
you ask
I just squint
and murmur indecisively
how come life became so raw
bloody and bruised
I entangle my fingers
in your hair
and we may smile for a moment
it’s OK
my saliva
mixes with yours
and our pupils
explode like stars
new universe where
entropy is being adjusted
time slows down
your hands find peace
on my hips
(so badly bruised)
beginning of the end

I entangle my fingers
in your hair

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