The Last Poem

I curse you from the bottom of my soul
I curse your beloved, your life, your present and future.
So many days, so many months, a whole year of my life and beyond
Drowned in absolute love of your picture.

I still remember those days like it was yesterday
Playing Keane's celestial songs and writing daily poems
Inspired by those keys and written for your strange beauty.

In that insane dream I was diving and could never return
Not even today I am back on Earth full body and mind.
I'm still floating somewhere in between, among leftovers of you
The then flowers closed their petals, but I still feel their smell sometimes.

Today the news came over me like a long thin knife running to pierce my heart
To bury me in desperation and helpless regrets
To rewind those surrealy perfect memories.
How could you do this to me?
Do you remember me?
Do you fucking remember me?
I'm sure you do, you will ever remember me, you failed entertainer.
You will always remember your days of glory
With which I coincide.

- to Finn Vine
27.07.2020

The Pleasure Of You

Wires
Unknown wires connected to your stellar beauty
And bound from above to my wrists weakened emotionally
Make me shiver
Make me want, make me need, make me slip on pleasure
So much pleasure of you
Into myself  
I pour the black of my eyes
Like a cup of coffee into the blue sugar of your eyes
And mix them all into the hot milk of my breasts
With a painful squeeze set ablaze
So you drink it all
So you drink me off
Incandescent quivers burn all my thoughts away
Covered in ashes I scream for more and more
And more
Of you
Raw meat grows again from myself
For another round of extreme insanity
Immobilized by your golden arms
I wait with desire, incertitude and slight fear
For you to waste all, all of you into me
So I can turn all of you into the best of me
And pass it all back to you
My opened mouth sips the maddening drops of your sweat
Your chest heavily presses against my rising breasts  
I put my arms around you
And suck you inside
All of you
Your eyes
Your hair
Your mouth
Your tongue
Like blind, reading your wrinkles
Projecting them on my eyelids
Your moves
Your gasps
Your thoughts
Your everything
Everything
Everything
Merging inside
Higher inside of me
Up to my head
Piercing my blood-brain barrier
And passing into my mind
Like a paralyzing drug
Only you
The sweet
Only you
The beautiful
Slide inside
Into my meat
Into my mind
There, deep there
C'mon
C'mon
Can't hold it
Now
Now
Now
Surrender!

- to Mr. C.G
17.07.2020

The Random Twig

I need to know that I am the Queen of your kingdom
That I am the one and only, like a jewel turning bloody red,
And flowing on your wrists, like lava,
When mounted on top of a ring.

I need the exclusivity of your words
The innermost corridors of your thoughts
So i can metamorphose into the only wave
Able to leave visible traces of salt on your sweaty skin

I am not a chamomile flower
To easily boil crammed within a full bag of tea
I am the only carnivore rose with thick velvet petals
Ready to climb your unknown and waste away to self-harm
For the holy purpose of merging my mouth, my skin, my meat,
my embrace and my mind
With yours.

My breath is at the Sun's temperature
It is the hottest steam measured within the human system
I'm there, floating above, I don't think that you have even noticed me
Since you think that I'm a random twig
Fallen on your morning alley,
Which you step on with a cup of coffee in your hand
Sipping slowly, after the morning sex,
Unaware of a heart beating under your feet
That bursts and bleeds in heavy tears
And turns the whole sky into an empire of fire
Just for the delight of your eyes.

- to Mr. C.G.
  July 10, 2020