Marketing
(~colddanfeettan dA)
Their tulle dresses
Yes the awakening in orange curtains
Greyness of the new day
Invites itself over the metal windowsills
'God's lioness
How one we grow-
Pivot of heels and knees!'*
You endorse every night
My fragile reality
There is so much of you
That I don't know where you come from
I am sick of desiring.
The galope of thousand horses
Has ran over me
And my dreamy chevaliers
Who have never wanted me
Their tulle dresses
Still haunt me in my sleep.
And their smiles.
You are so close I think I possess you.
The night is just an hour away from the day
I can't distinguish.
Do everything
To approach love.
And now I despise
Dead poets.
(I would do it quietly
and that nobody knows.
Death is too noisy.)
*Plath, 'Ariel'
Post je objavljen 03.12.2006. u 12:27 sati.