Incest. Another Love One Hundred Thirty Six.

Incest.

 

 

 

Another Love One Hundred Thirty Six.

 

 

Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn.“If you feel being inside somebody, you never flirt with other three”. “Look who is talking now? What is your favorite? Will it be ‘two’ or ‘three’?” “ The best things come always in twos. The world started from two made by God creatures. Adam and Eve were two. It is only the two of us watering one seed of the world in which you are the tallest beanstalk”.”No doubt and, of course, I do.  I drive a convertible. It equals two.  In your car there are three seats. So don’t distract my beans with the tallest, green stalk talking”.

 

 

 

“It was the marriage of convenience,

A comedy of manners and the truth,

A comedy of love intrigue was useless,

Since it exhausted everything we’d felt,

It seemed we both felt abused,

A gambling place must not have windows,

In order to succeed,

Cash cows were search engines,

Coughed up and crashed,

Like slot machines in the Las Vegas strip,

I drowned several years ago,

After I drowned one more time,

We did the thing,

It was too naked and untimely,

It started like a childish fun,

It cut like a shark fin,

I thought he wore the antivirus,

He thought that everyone who were before him did,

He’s not the first,

I wish he was the last rippling my ocean,

Raising the tides of screaming rips,

We both hate hysteria and quarrels,

It was the itch that we could scratch,

Like criminal we’re civilized,

Not stabbing former lovers,

We carried the same secret,

We had to leave without slamming doors,

Parting without bashing scenes,

Deceiving curious eyesight,

Nobody followed us,

I followed nobody,

It was a genius and faceless public place,

It didn’t leave much space for trust,

Seagulls and fish men sent me tweets,

Somebody wanted to make love,

To build a family together,

Somebody loved to post it,

Love is a quest,

It’s on the plasma screen,

It’s on the face of Earth,

It is high definition and relentless,

It makes us sharing a nest,

Until the fire is extinguished by routine,

Living together comes to its inevitable end,

Quest is a terrible hangover,

Despite of all it’s never ending,

It happened one December night or morning,

The choice depended on the right or left horizon,

Light had been looking at,

I was washed up on beaches catching garbage,

It was the time pain got uncorked,

I was one wave that hit the shore.

Seeking destruction of my quest”.