Faces of love

February 15, 2018

Faces of love

Do not carry me in your hand

Like a small bird wet with rain drops

Love is a traumatic experience

But I want to live it

To keep my windows overlooking the lake of the pink dolphins

When the evening comes

They will start dancing for me

And clouds will bunch across the ceiling of my kitchen

Love is a mysterious experience

I would like to sing to your photo

Which I keep under my pillow

But my voice is not suited for singing

Even my bed sheets are still laughing

Whenever I wash the dishes

And I think of you

The lather dances between my hands

Yes, love is dangerous experience

But I will live it

Because I’m afraid of continuing my life

With the furniture trembling

From the intensity of loneliness


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