Unscript* Me

She can’t take the sight of things disappearing

she explodes inside

if it didn’t mean orgasm, it would be easier to explain

the memory of a reaction so long

awaited to be discussed

it got in all the wrong corners 

where we fiercely cussed

we should have let go

I should have left after that strawberry ocean movie

but you taught me to drink, to unthink

to forget

that lolita was right

the clouds in our sky’s permanently red

even though we clearly saw

each sunset outside your window different

religion, devotion, of a sexless body

of motion. you cry but never with me

our pain neither shared

neither our lives then!

f**k the soul that asked

for you to come back 

every night

most, won’t die fiercely enough

to feel such momentum

such self-defund of fecundity

poor leisure of earlthy stars

pooled on the desk, like sugar

spit back

into your cup of

“I don’t drink sugar, with my tea!”

Idiot!