Orpheus would you touch me ?
I'm less than what you've made of me.
une autre langue, une poésie.
Your mouth was made for lust and plea.
Mine.
teeth in an apple shaped fig,
this is the path im unwritting.
Letting the fruit rott and falling,
before the tree.
Orpheus do you hear me ?
for a second,
I was free.
You.
a bird in my ribs, trying to find a fix,
to my unmoving heart, to my unbothered sleep,
oh birdie.
it's a cage you're watering.
but you keep,
bleeding and bleeding and bleeding,
to my altar.
i am the goddess you're praying, and the fuel to your art.
while you were playing make believe,
oh child are you immortal ?
worthy of thy blood youre spilling?
a naive sacrifice.
And youre not listening orpheus, and now the starving is all vain.
and this is me against your us,
and i cant seize your brain.
And i can feel the world collapsing.
While you're calling it romance.
But hades ain't aphrodite, a singer. needs its poetry and love, It's winter for persephone.
Orpheus now can you see ?
