Contorted Face

I will burst into your chest
the saliva of my desires
I will bury my face into your chin
I will nuzzle your nose with mine
I will blurt out a plethora of rerepeated phrases
into your closed eyes
till your silent mind opens
its closed gate into your heart.

I dont care whether you want to spit it out
or keep it tucked
like your tummy close and closer
into the direction of your spine.
I wanna suck out
the hushed rustle of your lame excuses
dipped in black tea
and smothered in white milk.
I wanna wipe out your poisonous tongue
which slashes my meat
into thousand stars.

I was born in your arms
to be dissolved in your pointless laugh.
I hate your sleazy bars
out of which your curls
are protruding into an open cloud
that dropped on a concrete pavement path.
I would love to squeeze you in between my thighs
and sing into your smashed ear
a tearful odour of cigarette addiction.
I would like to take your arm
and thrust it into my aura
which would devour and savour
your unforgettable smell
of dirty thoughts and boyish abuses.

Believe it or not this is my farewell
without furtively sneaking my glance
into dictionary's stance.
This is me saying goodbye
through the third particle with missing articles
which is kept in blissful ignorence
of my flying kites
whose imagination writes a story
a girl with pigtails might envy...
...a story that is being carved
into capped mountain tops.
Not a single child,
not a single wench
or young man
sunlit in an empty space
can conjure up a smile
like I can
on one of my childish toys.

I will tear up and rip out pages
of empty tolerance
from my bust or from my feeding breast.
I will masturbate my own chords
into your stupidly contorted face.

Reviews

[Misery]

Nicely woven and nicely worded, dear poet. Your English is insightful and creative.

[Kate]

Thank your very much!

[Misery]

You are truly welcome, dear poet.