L. Bigòrra —————————————- Totot El Toto —————– Écriture et Traitrise
Heart
Categories: poésie

Heart broken

heart failure

i saw through your eyes this ideal shade to carry my remains,

glossing up my forehead to feel unwell prepared

i reach amongst ohers the fears of waving to a stranger

when i grab your arms and around myself in a tiny spot of your heart

i thought this would last the peace of mind they sold me for an heaven

the everlasting heaven was this cock rubbing my chest and breast till it tears all over my face

white drops of love caring beyond the horizon of trees, mountains, seas and beyond,

my body drowing into this fields of daffodils, my body buried in the silk of a breath i listen while you sleep

i carry my heart as a burden of cheers, enligthened by the gap to be filled, promised land on a tropic skill,

i beleive as i ve been told to beleive, to the warm beach would lay my skin coming to stars and whip the skimmed blood upon history, i beleive the end would mean beginning, flowing delicassy from my ear to my knee, cos i see the sea tiding my wrists around your waist while waiting your tongue to reach my beloved belly.

When you were gone and deseapered, i thought madness what i beleive, your memory of me crushed in the blender of my leaks, staining restlessly where your crotch used to point at me. An other piece of belief falling from an a to z, an other piece of me thrown up from a drought to a drip.

Sometimes i see you walking, empty street, melting spirit, adjusting the flare, aware, never looking back, never looking back and i swallow the pride thats shines reckless on the depth of my head, laughing like crazy, heavier than anything, staring at the stars like the child inside i have to carry.

It ain t sad, it aint bad, just life playing tricks or die, as the universe keeps exploding my numerous lies, i stand up and cars passing by. An other stranger bangs into my sight.

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