On the dead woman’s Page
Nestled in the cold arms of the dead night. My thoughts hovering over mountains, cold deserts and frozen seas. My thoughts riding hungry crows and Vultures drooling over a malnourished war child. My thoughts riding belching flies landing upon your deserted walls. I tore through the rivers of tears and condolences to find your last smile. To find the face of the sun that last shone on this shores billions of years ago. On the dead woman’s Page.
I felt your smile, I felt my pain melt your sleeping heart into a cold teary puddle upon a dead, frozen road . I felt your cold lips upon mine. I felt goosebumps as you stripped my bones of flesh with your lifeless kisses. I tasted our love drip from your lips like honey from a ripe honeysuckle. I heard you whisper from lands unknown, under the fig where we found love buried deep between your legs-Cold, husky, whispers telling me to be happy. Setting me free. Then you swam down my veins. You dived deep into crevices that blood knows not. Roads where our love hid from the evil eye. You looked back and blew me a fragrant kiss, before collapsing into a hail of red rose petals. On the dead woman’s Page.
Till we meet again my love, my glass is already half empty.
