Thursday, January 02, 2014

try speaking
about the tryst

Saturday morning
by the sea
where water is
crystal clear

a blue boat floats
you see its bottom

you leave your
trousers
on the gray sand
and you
hold your thing
and dive

i do not have anything
to leave
nothing to carry too

everything is nothing
to me
i am set to
follow you and

worst
you do not know me
but i don't mind
i am nobody
in the first place

and being nobody
is painless
i hurt no one and no
one hurts me

seagulls are real
when they flap
their wings
the winds are
disturbed and when
they flock and dive
on their beaks
are their wriggling
victims

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