That thing which thirsts
by and by mostly, i found
upon a day’s journey
The quench he burst
while i listened
to his wisdom-words
and i had no thing
within my pockets
So i told him ‘my
apologies’ —
He took my soul
within his hands
so carefully kissed,
and all within me
a glitter-gold
he did disburse
If you look for life
just remember my friend
a richer one unrehearsed!
:: 10-11-2014 ::
orange-yellow
as though-through
glass flower,
what pull on me
a delicate but
dangerous power!
and your love
that attracts
my worst,
corrupts my best!
‘what true man wants,
two things…’
said Nietzsche;
danger and play!
and nature, smug
and smart as hell,
cultivated your curves
that all men dream
and car-crash love,
soon across the way
below dead man’s curve
and through —
orange-yellow
glass flower
:: 10-11-2014 ::
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