I see her face and I see much more
Than only her eyes and her mouth
And when I kiss her I discover
hard danger in a light way
And the amoeba in her buccal mucosa
not only eat the bacteria, but me too
From my rotten inside they fight
to my still acceptable outer appearance
Chasing every cell with my eyes
And a little kiss on her forehead
where so much smartness hides behind
Her incredible mind is my drug,
is my morning coffee, my cold shower.
And when I look further behind,
I can feel her soul.
Her soul.
I don't need to describe it. It's simply her soul.
That's what my petty beeing sees when it comes to her face
B.A.
YOU ARE READING
A Bleak Puddle
PoesiaStories, my heart tells camouflaged as poems Maybe you somehow understand And I hope you get inspired Or that you feel understood And that I can possibly save you Or that I get to help you in any other way B.A.
