The world around me is
water dripping into nothingness,
from womb to grave tomb;
heaped of twisted incivility -
self-contempt, grieving for lost love,
malnourished sexuality,
dilemma to step unknown,
scratching walls of its heart
with hatred out of fear.
the all glowing shadowless world
that never sleeps, seldom know the night.
with a heart of burnt coal,
eyes wilderness trapped,
face forgot laugh lines,
I survived so far,
a running scared soul,
lacklustre to the
maze of brightness.
You introduced me to darkness,
the scent of your body,
the aroma of your tea,
the care of our baby,
the razor-sharp openness,
pushed by it's blackness,
soothed by licking my wounds,
being fingers for my blind vision,
who unforgettably bury your
head on my arms,
to whisper under the blanket
'You Are My Death'.
I sulk into a deep sleep
and you twinkled
my new night
a morning star.
If we are made of
stardust,
cosmic collision or
birth of the parallel universe
is possible like our own.
everyone believes the opposite
but, truly they know
certainty is foolishness.
You are never enough to me
so I keep hold of you
until I blow out the
last of my lungs.
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