marți, 13 iulie 2010


Poems written on your lovely corps..
Through the bite marks made by the little teeth
of the rats, in your tender rotten meat,
I see the detrivore worms, jolly and awkward...

And I don't understand you!

How can you stay like this while
so many truths rumble inside your skin?

Maybe sometimes when I sleep,
in the stench of death,
dripped from your dry veins,
While I hold you, and kiss
your empty eye sockets,

I will find out.
And then stay,
as you do, unmoved.

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