When I think, I run
I took a turn for the better,
Botanical gardens and mansions got old,
They were indifferent to everybody,
They wasted centuries watching,
The ugly and wonders,
They observed angels
and passers by,
In mansions’ eyes they looked a lot like restless
dwarfs,
One more time they killed each other,
One more time,
They killed whatever they felt,
Long time ago the world took a turn for the better,
It
went shamelessly crazy,
We couldn’t heal it,
Firemen versus fire did their best,
We thought of love, we ran away,
Till we crosscut a clean white wall,
It wouldn’t stop us,
We would paint it red,
I made a stop at a quay to make a telephone call,
Seconds slipped by,
No one answered,
‘If she doesn’t now, she never will’,
She had her own reason,
She wanted to find a hanged man,
He made her to believe,
There was no game without pain,
She followed this rule,
For seconds I felt refreshing freedom,
I sure everyone felt,
It happens,
When we belong only to our partner’s body,
Keeping our soul alone,
It makes us feel
truly alive,
Her voice triumphed over crackling and hissing,
The telephone line felt incomplete,
It bore something terribly broken,
Something that made me get lost,
The voice on the other end was a reminder,
I wasn’t alone in this world,
Her answer was two questions,
‘What time do we fly?’
Without ‘why?’
‘I’ll meet you
there,
Where?’
She didn’t ask the destination,
By the way she cared,
‘Don’t get lost in a traffic jam’,
Only with her and music,
Without drugs and among no one,
We didn’t belong to others,
We belonged to the world,
We called it unconventional love,
When two people
fall in love,
A poker game becomes
psychotic,
When people are grown-ups,
They don’t stop to play,
Simply toys become,
More expensive, more dangerous,
More explosive but first of all more erotic.
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