Morning After

Like with hot lava I`m seething with sex.
The cold wall of rain blurs over grey windows.
The morning. The bitterness. The poems. The snow.
I feel pleasure and pain, I think, I`m weirdo.

The time waits for so long, but then spins away.
The day that decays for me sends innuendos.
I can't breathe without you. And your silhouette
I see in the park, but I lurk in the shadows.

Like with hot lava I`m seething with sex.
I wallow in memories, which have the taste of my pain.
I do not dream of you, be sure, relax.
I just play my role in this wicked game.

My bitter tea is burning the cup,
How can porcelain feel hurt like a girl?
The mask turns to face, disclosing the truth.
I imbibed your essence like a priestess the salt.

I will understand. We have different views.
We have different ways. We have different fates.
But I breathe with you in my solitude.
Your skin keeps as a secret my derma cells.

The rain falls to puddles, freezing and grey.
A part of you lumps somewhere in my throat.
It's morning.  It's painful. I know – you`ll leave.
Locking myself, I let you go.

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