Tighten your fist
let the sand slip
contort your face
make it ugly beautiful
watch it trickle through invisible chinks in your hood
sadness
fulfillment

i love you
i want to hold you
firmly
to be dragged around
until you declare me father of all your progenys
******* or otherwise
be my wife, choke me to death
only you are capable of doing that
**** me
before i spill through the fingers
before i escape
stealing all of me and important bit of yours
to live the life of a scoundrel
a soldier
who lusts for blood
but can’t stand the corpses which litter his dreams
a life he wants for his own
but begs for at empty street corners

In evenings
when i could have gone to cinema
or a *******
or listen to demi-harlequins talk about art or poverty
(that is all they ever talk about)
i find a secluded corner in an empty beach
i smoke too many cigarettes
and let the sand slip through my fingers
again and again.