You realized I’m not perfect,
it was about time, the plums
over-ripened, and the sun
has crossed all the darks below us,
the earth seemed ready
to lean on ribs of rocks and rest,
and flirt with milk of hours
like a menstrual breast,
and think big,
think mankind history,
put all the question marks
to God and Nature,
after all mines of doubt did explode
under my incautious steps,
my limbs were scattered
through the fields of past and now
I ran out of fossils, as well,
I am the weakness
of the boneless moments,
I can’t explain
the circles of the universe,
as you learned the circle is impossible,
you could observe
your state of mind from outside,
you couldn’t even cry the movies no more,
you discovered
the color of false blood was the same as love’s,
you saved me to the point of no more, you hid
that fatal question mark you had for me
for so darn long,
that hook that drags thru land of the ordinary, but hey,
I needed, too, to die a little, you see,
I needed a bait, a lure,
I had too much air
of perfection
and blur,
and I died
under the sun of a normal day,
and I dried
my silver belly
like an agonizing moon
flying astray,
starving for air
and a tad of vanity
like all the lonely moons,
feeble and ill,
you realized I’m not perfect
so, I can hope at last
you might love me
maybe
for real.

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You realized I’m not perfect,
it was about time

I am the weakness
of the boneless moments

 I needed, too, to die a little, you see
 

Fantastike!

 

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