You scratched my back so widely
printing blue fingers on my bones
You looked at me so sweetly
smiling in our thousands kisses
You stole my eyes in yours carefully
finding each other soul in one touch
You took and kept indifferently
caressing my heart and its scars
Here we are, drinking the usual lie the last glass
in the dancing room of a Saturday in gloom
sweet lips as nothing ever hurt us
So kiss me, kill me
again
take me away undress me
Now
As it used to be
right before
sex turned out in drama
I held your breath tight to mine
how many sighing on your body
I composed music with your moans
how many words were kept in
I drew on your body our silence
how many dreams in one bed
I took and kept indifferently
how many caresses to your heart
Here we are, smoking out our anger the last night
in the smoking room of a Saturday in gloom
ashes between lips like soul edges
So kiss me, kill me
again
take me away undress me
Now
As it used to be
right before
sex turned out in drama
YOU ARE READING
Red wine, black ink.
ŞiirI write during the nights in which insomnia hits my soul. Poems steal my words and make sadness touchable.
