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THE WOMAN.

in her secret life

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Treasure 

Let go of me.

….

I’m not your treasure,

just a shiny pebble you encountered

when life got to a corner. 

…..

I am a cursed pebble.

The vicious witch is my mother.

And she will not let you take me from her.

….

Your life is on different waters

and mine is staying here forever.

….

Let go of me, come back to your past and future.

….

Don’t think of me.

Don’t pity me.

I’m just a pebble you never encounter when life gets to the corner.

Dear you.

Dear You,

In case that you don’t know,

I think I still love you so.

From the days you’re satisfied,

to the days you’re tired,

my heart for you vibrates like:

a calm ocean in a stormy night.

And then time goes

certainly like a boat

floating towards home

where only you know,

until the ending note

of all rhymed love songs,

I’ll still love you so.

Love,

Me.

Moon.

Ciao my sailor

Can you see the Sun

rising from the East line of the world?

Do you love her?

I know you will do.

She’s beautiful and so are you.

The night is over.

My silver anchor can’t stay.

The sky now is hers.

Oh dear, my sailor!

Sleep, sleep and let me kiss you gentle.

Then you’ll know there was once:

a moonlight in you.

Au revoir, my sailor.

See.

Giggling in the trees,

darling, what do you see

in me?

Is the Sun 

shining bright

on the crown

of a king

on the day he left

a kingdom 

and his queen?

Is the wind

blowing wild

on a face

of wrinkled sins?

And the sand?

Reflections?

And Illusions?

Do they drip

like tears

of my eyes

on the day

you left the throne?

And since, long you’re gone, gone, gone.

Suicide.

Unhesitatingly,

I hang myself by a thread of your hair

and let me burnt in the flame of your stare.

Still,

I’m craving for your sins,

etching on my skin,

when the moonlight left a kiss

on the linen sheet

and you got my everything.

Count 1-10

1 2 3

Do you miss me?

3 4 5

I want to stay by your side.

4 5 6

Can you hear my heartbeat?

6 7 8

It longs for yours one day.

8 9 10

Be well, my man.

Closer.

I sat on a sunny balcony-

when a bird told me you were now in my country.

My heart. paused.

A sun-drop mingled on the green green leaves.

Coral sun colored my cheeks just suddenly.

“Ah, yes”…my lips murmured secretly,

“He is coming closer to me”.

Ink.

Like ink on my hands, your love stains my heart.

And no matter how painful are my fingers,

I keep writing on rugged paper-

Red blood drips over black letters.

Common.

He and I-

We are different:

Nothing in common;

Apart by oceans;

And we live for unshared reasons.

“Do we have to have commons?

Or else would our love be broken?”

My heart cried, my eyes were reddened.

“Dear, you’re my flawless contradiction,

and for a god sake, 

love doesn’t demand conditions”, said he.

I nodded and smiled,

when his arms were secretly tightened-

around the hips of mine.

And he pushed harder.

My pale skin was like ivory moonlight etching on his darkest curves.

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