I ate the whole world to find you.
Yesterday, and days before,
these are just bohemian villages to me,
where a boy flies a blue kite,
sees the sun on your back
and rainclouds in synecdoche.
Today, tomorrow,
but mostly today,
when the clogs blossom
yellow daffodils that
hide bare hairy heels,
bold and black
as Twiggy mascara.
A thousand phone calls later,
there won't be an answer.
For all our intermissions
were like cancer
ward smoke breaks.
Purple hands stained yellow,
with a dark blue mouth saying,
"Hold me, please just hold me".
Even if just for the warmth,
warmth which was
lacking here,
as cold as inside Russian tanks.
We hugged,
with all the surprise and violence
as an acid attack
on supermodels face,
we hugged.
Then after that,
tried as Latvian money,
half-alive in a ditch
pining over you,
the way a cat's tongue
pines for milk and breadcrumbs,
Tasted like salt, they did,
The tears that were shed,
Giving drinks to the mice.
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 2:55 PM UTC
I ate the whole world to find you.
Yesterday, and days before,
these are just bohemian villages to me,
where a boy flies a blue kite,
sees the sun on your back
and rainclouds in synecdoche.
Today, tomorrow,
but mostly today,
when the clogs blossom
yellow daffodils that
hide bare hairy heels,
bold and black
as Twiggy mascara.
A thousand phone calls later,
there won't be an answer.
For all our intermissions
were like cancer
ward smoke breaks.
Purple hands stained yellow,
with a dark blue mouth saying,
"Hold me, please just hold me".
Even if just for the warmth,
warmth which was
lacking here,
as cold as inside Russian tanks.
We hugged,
with all the surprise and violence
as an acid attack
on supermodels face,
we hugged.
Then after that,
tried as Latvian money,
half-alive in a ditch
pining over you,
the way a cat's tongue
pines for milk and breadcrumbs,
Tasted like salt, they did,
The tears that were shed,
Giving drinks to the mice.
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