We were determined-
trying to destroy each and every piece of our memories,
setting aside our hearts to live in a mere rationality,
being responsible with reality.
But hearts…screamed and yearned and craved
Yours for me and mine for you-
from deep down within their graves.
A gun was loaded with its barrel touching your temple.
“What do you want?”, asked a distant voice as cold as metal.
“Another night-with her, by my side.
Touch her, kiss her, look into her eyes
Make love and wake up with her, still – by my side.”
The death nodded his head, and triggered the gun.
You lied down on a wrinkle pearl white linen
My naked body pressed against yours
My eyebrows frowned and my lips mumbled: “I want more”
Your kisses slowly reached my forehead
“I know our love is hanging on a thread
but sleep tight, the poison for my heart
as no matter far it drags me into Hell
Also the more of you I want to drink in my secret cell.”