I've gotten into
a habit lately,
which ended up becoming
lingering obsession.
I discover
a cell
I snuggle in THERE,
it is like a womb.
I cringe
in the fetal position.
I close my eyes
I seal them.
With crossed hands
I hide my face
I start to MOURN
in mute...
Feeling pleasure.
I do not see.
I do not hear.
I hate the idea of something
to distract me.
I discover
eagerly
my divine third eye.
I really call
upon you in there
in the dark ...
I howl
"I'm collapsing,
without you now! "
But the most awful
is something else.
On the other end
of the string which connects us,
you writhe cuddly,
in love,
aching in the night ,
weeping at dawn,
tormented, confused.
Denying all alone your needs .
Swearing that we became strangers.
No matter what you did or felt till now
-how is it possible YOU to do not know this? -
I would always cut my veins for your sake,
even if you refuse to accept it.
Whatever you say or you do not say,
silence between us will never be opaque.
