Stuff I write

Old lovers

May 25, 2023. 5:38 PM

Of all the lovers I had, I now have nothing
My lover art, my lover poetry
My lover beauty, my lover imagination

All of them have left me
I used to be showered in love by art
Surrounded by the lust of creation
By the want of thought and imagination

But I am left now with none of my lovers
They all left me in the fear of one moment
Without a warning

I made love with life and her many reds and browns, greens, blues and yellows
I danced with information from the outside until we fucked in a whirlwind of orgasms and I came into the paper of my mind

But after the brilliant climax I was left lost and unsure of my actions and feelings, unaware I was losing myself to the hands of shallow thoughts and monotony

I now flirt again with the depths of my mind and the lakes of sorrow in my soul, hoping and waiting to be given a seedling of creation to nurse into a tree of poems and imagination

From this faithful seedling shall begin the new spring of my narrations.