Vastness of water
Oscillating waves
A velvety symphony
Of blue, green, and grey
Festooned by a ribbon of white foam
In which I cast my desperate nets
Seeking new life
Avoiding your wretched gaze
Steering into the marine ataraxis
I escape, escape, escape
The raging inferno within your body
A red that flickers with passion and pain
These fulvous explosions ignited
With your dark, ravenous eyes
I now douse the longing
That conquered my heart, enslaved my brain
It hurt, it burns, it still singes where we kissed
My skin shrivels and sighs
At the thought of your voice in my ear
Of your fingertips on my wrists
But now I leave you behind
You and your halo of flames
An angel screaming in the firepit
That I finally escaped.
Sunday, 23 September 2018
Let us drive into the vermillion sunset
It was Proust
Who said those wise words
Remembrance of things past
is not necessarily
Remembrance of things as they were
So help me see the truth
Help me be free
Help me forget those false pictures
Help me remember to breathe
Lead me onto the road to nowhere
On a torrid summer afternoon
Past the boulevard with the rollerblading lovers
And highways adorned with palm trees
Let's keep driving, escaping, disappearing
A hundred miles across the silent coarse desert
Another a hundred by the murmuring soft sea
Let us drive into the vermillion sunset
with reckless abandon, with dangerous speed
Make me fucking feel again
Make me shout, make me bleed
out all of the emptiness
that still afflicts me
Then underneath a blanket of glittering stars
Please take me in a wordless embrace
Lying on the bonnet of an 84 Testarossa
Staring into the darkest pockets of deep space
As balmy zephyrs caress our cheeks
And the crickets come out to play
I'll let go of all those memories
that caused me so much pain.
Who said those wise words
Remembrance of things past
is not necessarily
Remembrance of things as they were
So help me see the truth
Help me be free
Help me forget those false pictures
Help me remember to breathe
Lead me onto the road to nowhere
On a torrid summer afternoon
Past the boulevard with the rollerblading lovers
And highways adorned with palm trees
Let's keep driving, escaping, disappearing
A hundred miles across the silent coarse desert
Another a hundred by the murmuring soft sea
Let us drive into the vermillion sunset
with reckless abandon, with dangerous speed
Make me fucking feel again
Make me shout, make me bleed
out all of the emptiness
that still afflicts me
Then underneath a blanket of glittering stars
Please take me in a wordless embrace
Lying on the bonnet of an 84 Testarossa
Staring into the darkest pockets of deep space
As balmy zephyrs caress our cheeks
And the crickets come out to play
I'll let go of all those memories
that caused me so much pain.
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