Sunday, 4 January 2009

and you still here...

I griefed you within him
sunglasses away from me
sun and glasses
my intimacy got shy
raising blood to my eyes
quivering the air i cant smell
for lack of lacking.
blind glasses
corrupted my thoughts
to inflame my wound
again.
I would love to stay
but im in hurry
nothingness is waiting
for my presence.
Suddenly, i found her
surrended by holes
staring with no feeling
in the eye
judged by an addiction
that doesnt exist.
and then, my pupil
caressed slowly your
mind, your nerves, your me.