Two Mile
Needles
My heart silenced and fell into your hands,
It didn’t fell on the floor,
The only touch I remember,
The sensation of two miles,
One thousand pieces of me,
Falling on something soft,
Isn’t it what we want?
When we are happily drunk,
Clothes and shoes are on,
We look for a bed or a coach,
We clinging to something soft,
We want to appease the hard,
We want to heal our hurt,
Holding a toxic head,
Protecting mind from collapse,
We hit snow white spring and lemon juice tonic,
In the kitchen of my heart,
Feelings became reactants,
Time booze, erased faces,
All facts became fragile,
What was the situation?
It’s an out of focus lie,
The photo frame was the same,
Pictures continued to change,
I got rebooted,
It failed,
The only luggage I had,
One way ticket and your strong arms,
And the road map of your hands,
I couldn’t hear for days,
I felt so slowed and chopped,
Like one million comment photos,
Like the biggest slice of your life,
Like a pinup on your wall,
Like a worm in the dead eye socket,
I did my best to wake up,
My dream was pharaonic,
It lasted enormous few seconds,
They deleted intestines and eyes,
Leaving behind dim outlines,
Everything was gone,
Because everything was prosthetic,
Later somebody came in,
‘You’ is never the same person,
‘You are’ has ever been much more than one,
I’d never waited for him,
With an untainted heart,
With an untold mind,
You came and turned off lights.
Saying ‘Darkness fits you better’,
You took the best care,
Now my days have no lights,
Nights play without rules,
Nights play without thirds,
You’ve lent your arms tonight,
Night’s arms are two miles,
You know I am happy.
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