Poetry

Sandwich of Lust

 

She fed me hatred pressed in a sandwich
Between the breads of lust

suddenly illusion is broken
and I drowned in a deep sea
beneath the ice crust

Well, it will fade away
you broke my trust
but you are not first

You said I should go away
Oh sure I know I must

 

Poetry

Victim of Love

 

Riding along the curvaceous road,
I see you bare soul,
confronting the triviality of life as a whole.

I remember when I admired the cover
When I saw nothing but an empty container.
You were everything for me but a lover.
and for you I’m an illegitimate claimer.

You little dove
you are victim of my love.
You were the wrist and I was the cutting knife
following for me each and every rife.

I could never know
You were the only meaningful
of my meaningless life.
You are victim of my love and my life.