I think you

Wanted to forget so

Much

That you

Needed to

Forget yourself

And you cut

All those white lines

And spoke

All of those white lies

And I was too weak

To be your escape

And I think you

Would have sliced open your skin

And crushed your bones

To white powder

If you could

And I think I loved you

So much that

I would have too

Some words just
roll off your tongue,
they sound so smooth,
like aged whiskey,
they make one loose.

Cigarettes intoxicate
& ***** stimulates
the senses to magical places.
I blame it on Vincent.

The sensuality,
spirituality &
abnormalities,
twisting & turning,
I'm burning
to know the mysteries
he did.

Monosyllabically play smells.
With coffee and cigarettes
hands and sounds.
Mine with oranges. yours with *****.
You left them all entangled in my hair.
I breathe in and you again.
Again you look at me with a smile and sorrow.
We depend on the people and circumstances.
enjoy with alcohol abuse and insomnia.
When the last strangers' step out of the room  we breathe out in silence.
The words too much for too short time,
that's why we wait untill each one comes back to write.
Until each one of us is covered with the night.

Somewhere in the lake
of deep sleep
is an island, dark and mysterious,
entangled mangroves here,  resist movements
where I snake in like a thief
excitedly breaking in to own house,
pretending to be an alien
and find
a body double living there
acting out one's secret-
fantasies and voluptuous desires.
I won't dare to speak aloud here,
where, the overpowering smell of
too ripe fruits of indecent passions waft.
The dark chamber,
the smoke filled ***** den of my mind,
is to  take secret refuge and be one
with a dream that flies me
to the border lands of psyche.