Wounded

This is no system
What has become of you?
My dear,
do you accept pain as a process?
a curve with no time
to die.
Do you feel like having you?
while we court each other on the verge
of getting involved.

the swing

between desire and
certainty
nobody beats stupidity.

You undress me.
I don’t need to be swept away

by the world.

there is no end
there is no beginning.
a permanent state of transference of
e n e r g y
I set off running in a hurry
to not find you.

goodbye forever
I’ve stopped feeding your waiting

name

you know I wanted to scrutinize more
but I felt compassion writing this…
Ask me to lunch without saying you want to eat me