Incest.Another Love One Hundred Twenty Six.

Incest.

 

Another Love One Hundred Twenty Six.

 

 

 

Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn. “Why do you find it wrong when all bills are paid on time”. The fairest of all bills doesn’t deserve satisfaction. It is a bad sign. Live, write and go higher.  Mind much recycling trees or they start jingling coins in stormy wind that touches like breeze». «Out there they like to say” It was the only way to buy the most beautiful things”. “It is an extenuation for underage whores. It is a cheap motive extorting compassion from fools. You are extremes magnet.  Why are we talking this?” “I want to leave them speechless. I’ll play to feed my cat”. “Know that you have succeeded. I want to leave you pleased. You feed your cat. Remember I envy her sharp teeth”.

 

 

 

“All flowers like towers,

Were frosty and unfriendly,

It was the place where he lived,

Framed in the sugar fir trees,

It was trimmed with the roses,

Cut out of the diaries,

Nocturnal crows brought to him,

As offerings and gifts,

All fortresses like actresses,

Ruined the white of shirts,

They cried,

Because the strong appeals,

Only when it looks weak and shaky,

The innocent attracts and leads,

If it corrupts you when you look at it,

You wear a black bow tie,

A shirt should be black buttoned but neglected,

But in his heart the vast Sahara reigned,

If only I had been a Bedouin,

If only I had read guides’ paths,

Being buried under centuries of wisdom,

If only I had tamed the sun,

If only I had ridden dunes,

I would have crossed the desert of his heart,

Alas!

I was afraid of camels and being thirsty,

Instead I wandered and I suffered,

Until I saw a cicerone,

Sitting serenely on the rock,

He needed no explanations,

He laughed inside his head and said,

“What crazy priest did baptize you?

There are no illnesses but patients,

Paying my courtesy to you,

Fata Morgana of the desert,

After one million years of madness,

It’s been a while,

Since such mirages coming true,

The oasis of frost is an illusion,

It’s only in your head,

It’s up to you,

It won’t stop if you don’t want to stop it,

I’ve never noticed before,

Frustration looks so good on you”.