I hate this american word "dating".
My body rejects it like kidney from someone else.
It tastes like plastic and doesn't make any sense.
It acts like a bullet that stops halfway to my heart,
It hurts like a scratch on the knee after fall in the mud.
It looks as inviting as faded deserted sky,
But nevertheless, I'll consider a flight...
I'll take this word from warm and forbidden lips,
And swallow it like a pill from my wild dreams
And trips to the land where nothing matters but fact
That I am all yours, my "undateable" friend.
Dating
© Copyright: Оля Слепченко, 2007
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