“You want to save me?” I ask,
as I’m suffocating
in the complexity of this sadness.
There is nothing to recover any more,
I’ve infiltrated my simple body
with an intricate mind,
and the result was
an endless sandstorm –
dry and gritty ashes
of what’s left of us.
It hugged me
with its coarse hands
and left my skin grazed, raw and exposed.
“Can you describe love?” you ask,
but I’m having trouble answering you.
I stare in the opposite direction,
words whirling inside me
like a devilish blizzard,
as I attempt to find
the most appropriate definition
known to me.
“It’s a sexual penetration of emotions”,
I finally decide,
closing my beautiful mouth shut for good.
– Chatty Owl –