The snow and how it hurt.

The snow and how it hurt.

 

February came among its snow,

carrying blue colors in the wind;

the desolate soul started to sing:

‹‹Don’t go, please, don’t go!

 

Can I listen to your voice?

‘cause I really cannot rest,

I can’t hold breaths in my chest,

I need your sound, I need your noise!

 

I need whatever is in your mind,

in your mouth, between your teeth,

down your tongue, behind your lips.

And kiss me, I swear, I don’t mind

 

the raining grey, the cold, the air:

all this dark is meant to fade

with the blood over that blade.

The hurt will be gone, I swear.››

 

With all our fears we come alive,

the lover fell, the lover dreamed

a better end, the lover screamed:

‹‹Show me how you can survive.››