Τρίτη, 16 Ιουνίου 2009

άχρωμο - άοσμο - άγευστο - ξένο - δικό μου





I feed my belly with butterflies of sorrow
and sour blackberries
so that I can sleep serenely every dark night .
I cannot hear the song of your tears.
Tell them to speak louder..
my ears are broken.
My tongue is captured/I speak of dreams, only.
You can lick my eyes, there lies my simplest truth.
And you can bring me tulips, utterly red.
I float in the air, breathe me.
I don't exist,i am just the ink of your pen.

© alicia

1 σχόλιο:

negentropist είπε...

Όμορφο Alicia ... Πολύ όμορφο :)

That old devil moon

:)