Give me the warmth of your pillows,
put me through your lies, and then
you can play with my long hair,
I know what you're after, but
strength never lies in size, love
comes like a ghost,
and goes with a new man
Pillar-free chapels
are blind to whatever shows
Images painted with salty saliva
by solitary saints to be, they
all come down fast,
when love comes around, and
blows open the secret world
of your memory card
Writing is rooting
The short-circuited lines, long,
cross and uncross like the legs of a lady
Cross and uncross me,
Father,
I'm ready to serve what is left of You
when I awake to the future
2014.
Samson in love
© Copyright: Андрей Тюков, 2014
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