Incest. Another Love One Hundred Thirty Seven.

Incest.

 

 

 

Another Love One Hundred Thirty Seven.

 

Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn.”The two of them are witty. They are carnivorous with grazing teeth. They give away free venom. They give and take the most awesome smiles. She lives to feel another love. He lives shape shifting time. At 3 a.m. he is another. Because flirting is not romancing.   Falling in love is not illegal”. “ At least I don’t deal romantic crack. It’s an illegal sin. For this you can be locked in someone’s heart forever”. “We both have the same opinion. For this you can be loved for life”.

 

 

 

 

“I wasn’t free,

 

Until I put an end to the anemic  white,

 

I had the right to kill my story,

 

To stab it with a fat full stop,

 

I didn’t want to dwell on something,

 

That had been taken a priori,

 

I reached the place when nobody falls,

 

Because the earthly love was made from clay,

 

It’s sculptured to be mortal,

 

I asked when there was nothing to say,

 

I gave away my pain,

 

I didn’t look for pity or for sorry,

 

‘Tell me is it reality or fiction?

 

Is it the truth?

 

Is it a lie?

 

We’re only two addresses,

 

We start with Life,

 

We end with  Death,

 

Tell me, where am I?

 

Where is the place I must be?

 

Why did it happen anyway?

 

He didn’t push a chair,

 

No,

 

He didn’t cut a rope either,

 

Clasping his deadly grasp around strain,

 

Do not mind answering, my Master,

 

Do you play ‘I am hard to get’?

 

It is the world of wolves I know,

 

The world of flowers of evil,

 

Has always been your world,

 

He has one human habit,

 

He has to boil snails,

 

They eat many small holes,

 

Destroying the bouquets of his green salad,

 

But I don’t understand,

 

Why are greens more important?

 

Than caring of loving chin height snails?

 

Is it what all gardeners love?

 

Why do greens come forever first?

 

Should I be jealous of his kale?

 

I wish I looked like cabbage!’

 

The snail was tucked,

 

Under   the blanket with the rattles,

 

The bed was tight but safe,

 

It was the place where it fell asleep,

 

It might not hear explanations,

 

Maybe the snail did not remember,

 

It might have   known them.

 

‘Ask shiny pebbles for directions’,

 

Was strolling in the dream,

 

‘I didn’t look for someone to sleep with,

 

I looked for someone to sleep in,

 

He looked a decent inn’,

 

This time I fall asleep in you, my dear,

 

Don’t ask me why,

 

It is the seventh step,

 

Don’t ask me why,

 

The answer and the answers,

 

I don’t know,

 

Love me and don’t say”.