what do i do but to resist naming you the coldest earthling when even the thinnest layer of smile could bring warmth to every sleeveless heart all the way to the upper Neretva.
entah hari ini atau kemarin koridor senja coba aku leati sepi memang hari mulai gelap semilir sisa angin hujan menggelitik
aku terbiasa menopang diri sendiri berjalan sendiri tak pernah menjadi debat lembap dinginnya bagai selimut di malam hari yang menusuk matahari pagi
entah ekspektasi belaka atau hanya egoku tidak, aku tidak pernah sekedar bertanya segala tanya atau tidak kutulis itu tulus karena aku tumbuh dengan menghargai
aku bisa jadi salah kupu - kupu menggeliat di perutku sempat hilang namun, di koridor gelap itu mengapa mereka datang lagi
you fill me with honesty and love absorbed in every sip of alcohol we taste bleeding with no scars left in the surface guess this is why they name it drunk in love.
from the bloom in your old gaze clothed with shyness countless shots of cheap white wine your thick burning lips locked with mine addicting déjà vu of pale bedsheets sweet vanilla in between every soft ticklish whisper
or shall we give up finding the beginning for the sake of finding no ending.
which is nicer, love. to be sober with them long bumpless road for decades worth a thousand solar eclipses. or , to be drunk with your thirsty blood for seconds worth a thousand teardrops.
if it's the corner of that second street covered in wet and clammy asphalt maybe it’s your sweat dripping in the **** are you still drinking blood through my finger cut
maybe, just maybe. it is time to let your sun sets. this whole day has been so much. will i wake to see the beautiful color that you are everytime you rise. i'll just sleep tonight. tomorrow. it will rain.