A Dry Slice of Fear

I decide to visit the old days

that gave me the purest smile

instead of the cursed constellations.

I find a dry slice of fear

so that I can learn to love again,

slowly, without haste.

Kiss my threadbare heart, lie next to

my exhausted soul.

Feel how fate sings a ballad

robbed of words.

The dawn that is dying in us

could bring torment, uncertainty and anxiety

about the most beautiful cry.

Drops of rain bring me

your irreplaceable name,

my sleepy rush does not give

stale tears.

I sink into the crimson of your gaze,

I kiss the ashes from your pale lips.

I feel the universe ending within me,

the silence breaking free

from my thoughts.

Don't keep giving me the same kisses.

Bring me an armful of black roses

so that they may bloom

on my grave.