Incognito

I am the smoke you inhale
I m the whiskey, the vodka, the absinth shots
the hangover too.

The bitter-sweet taste that you hate
after kissing another pair of shallow lips.
The invisible tattoo on your chest

I m the irrational thought
that never leaves you alone

the craving
the one who always makes you happy
the diamond in the dirt
the dirt full of life

I am the beauty and the beast
the poems that you read
The one who never stays in your head
long enough to get you bored

The pain when you are missing something
that you can’t really explain
and when you do,
others think you’re insane
and they laugh and that makes you smile too.

You re laughing at you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Haematophilia

I try to imagine
how your tears tasted like.
and when you’re dreaming
at fame, muses and smoke,
I wonder if there are any
goblins under your bed

so far away
I wish to step in your dreams.
maybe then,in that pastel picture of yours
too bright and sunny for me,
I ‘d stare into your eyes
and understand the riddle.

how a lover’s blood tastes like
when you want to pour down his soul
into crystal cups and drink it?

 

 

 

 

 

 

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