I’m falling in love with this poem…whhhewww! Such savagery as raw a raging a lion…Ahehehe. Another work of art by klit-shy, my co-deviant at devianart.com. Check this out…
aDieu mUsikErO. aDieu.
Since birth, I wanted to marry
a musician.
as of now,
someone who sings in the toilet loves
me as if I am the last orchestra,
his fingers strum the flat tires
and
his voice amuses me on or before my
menstrual insanity.
That childhood want grew into a need
at some points of my life.
This very moment,
I am attending its own funeral
and, I am the first person after
the car where I could see its coffin, blurring
an hour away,
I am going to be his jazz,
for it’s him who memorizes my blues and beats
in the evening,
I am going to be his bossanova,
for my kisses would be silent but lingering
sensual
at midnight,
I, his heavy metal
for he is certain,
when I have his flesh on my mouth,
I deserve
a STANDING ovation.
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