Incest. Another Love One Hundred Nineteen.

Incest.

 Another Love One Hundred Nineteen.

 

 

 Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn. “The mind that feeds on illusions gives birth to delusional thoughts. In the places where illusions can shine, there are souls of white knives so to speak white nights”. “The rhyme wants them to be “white whores”. You think your heart is big or bigger than the Buckingham Palace ”. “The backing ham is queen-sized. Comparing with my heart it’s a hole grieving without the king. It’s much smaller than your cellar. My heart is a cozy princedom that’s called Strawberry Mousse in Pink. It has a heraldic flag”.”Does it have its own motto?” “The motto is Pretty”.” What color is it?” “Pink”.

 

 

 

 

 

“With him each beat was right and safe,

We muddled up reality and fiction,

You have to try it once before you die,

Or you will die a virgin,

Dying a virgin is a crime,

Whether you do,

Whether you don’t believe in evolution,

With him each sigh was real,

Too real to be true,

We could have been fictional lovers,

We could have been only addresses,

Printscreen, open the Paint, do Copy, Edit,

And anything would have come true”,

“How is it possible to stay lovers in fiction?”

“We proved it, didn’t we?

To call a snake a snake,

You are an anaconda,

You don’t give,

Only three minute joy and torture,

Who tries you once,

Will beg  for more,”

“Is it reality?”

“It is,

It’s an illegal one,

It’s everything that you’re attracted to,

The nobles possessed by dirty thoughts,

Decide to live like outlaws,

It’s rock n roll and classics fusion,

It’s an affair of the heart,

It’s sensitive and sensible,

It is reality and fiction,

Facts are confused to be believed,

Imagination is bemused,

Imagination has its wisdom,

Imagination has its order,

Any illusion has its place

And every nook is dear,

You can find any thought you need,

Facts are no more than prostitutes,

When they are paid in truth,

They do every mind and body,

Fantasies are prive,

Only with you and nobody,

With him each dream was real,

Too real to come true,

With him it was me versus everybody,

Somewhere and around mid-December,

I realized something was missing,

The real me versus the dreamy you”.