1 post tagged “sleep”
They share an apple at the park, early spring afternoon, lying on the grass.
Can you see them ? He asks.
She nods and smiles.
Yes i see them.
Trees in bloom and children games, lovers and laughters.
Beetles in your thoughts and hungry crows above us.
I'm a hunteress. I fear nothing but the end of poetry,
I'm anxious that all words will come to be said.
He remains silent.
She adds
I see the love we make again and again, perfecting our dances,
letting our bodies teach and learn, wipe and cry.
I know we will tire them to the point they get irreversibly numb.
Until they become dead weights on a wet sheet, leftover meat of a love feast.
We will drown ourselves this way. Enough to forget our sickness.
