I slipped keenly into bright ashes
As
you cried your heart out
Yes,
I knew you were dying,
I
shouldn’t have picked your last call.
Darling,
I’ve had to kill you
Like
you killed me when you said
That
you had already died when
That
devil ate your body parts – one at a time;
So
you had to eat mine
To
bring yourself back to life.
You
said, you wished to compensate,
That
your love is something I should believe
That
my kiss took you to heavens,
To
the moon where we used to sleep;
On
days we would caress each other
The
nights did not arrive
We
loved like birds, like frogs, like piglets
Oh,
your skin used to burn mine
As
though I was set aflame;
None
of that matters now, I am afraid.
Darling,
you’d always scared me
With
your hourglass body, your gobbledygook,
And
your rosy lips
And
your gray eyes, like stormy skies;
You
sure had a mystery, hadn’t you?
You’re
not Aphrodite but Hecate,
And
I couldn’t tell the difference,
You
were a rose in the face,
You’d
thorns in the heart
And
I thought you were a work of art.
You
lay naked in my bed
In
the picture I had of you –
Skin
soft as sad music,
Eyes
dark as the yawning grave,
But
no less the brutal witch who
Tore
my heart into two.
We
were fifteen when you set my lust ablaze
At
eighteen, you tried killing yourself.
You
killed me too, along the way
By
unfolding your history.
You
stole my bricks to build our home
And
kicked me out when it was done;
You
welcomed another devil who
looked
just like the old one.
But
somehow, I got out the gutter
And
I well knew what I’d to do;
I
pictured every woman like you –
The
dark-eyed woman with an innocent look.
Your
love was out of the garbage pile
And
I kept loving you with a smile.
But
darling, the show is out now
We
know it wasn’t worthwhile.
Darling,
you have killed a pilgrim
And
I’ve fed a witch –
The
witch who drank my blood for four years
and
sucked my lips dry,
and
robbed me of my brains and wits.
Your
black heart has holes everywhere
The
prophets always hated you
They
are spitting on your picture now,
They
knew you were the hullabaloo.
Darling,
darling, you bastard
I promise I will get back to you.
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