Nimeni nu se pricepe sa fie eu la fel de bine ca mine
luni, 30 martie 2009
I miss the window where I heard you chuckle on the phone, Your confidence sunk deep beneath the possibility of love Your shyness dying for some wits to place it undercover My thrills, my voice, failing to find its consciousness, Stuttering illiterate around your fire escapes. But then you talked, And thus I found you in disguise Our vows of secrecy betrayed, The inane faith within my childhood fictive tongues Met with the dryness in your rugged land… The truth - turned dull by the futility of waiting And nonetheless, I stretched my thumbs towards your cheekbone, Wanting to place some tenderness upon its mooning blankness For no reason, or perhaps In order to blindfold myself before our grainy buffer zone. We cannot find the proper spirals To blow each other kisses within Together we're haphazard We finger one another vainly Longing to find a door Saddened to touch an even wall Together makes each of us barren.