Once
you stole my reason
wore my every breath
collected every unworthy diamond,
spreding insted those polished
stones of trust
(together with your beauty)
and i
i started seeing pure
in all evil
got possessed
by a blind couple holding hands
who could see my shadow
looking for the white wall
to be seen at
clearly, sharply-safely.

still
i'm nourished by your warmth
between my thighs
among unfinished pictures,
crayons and sticky oily paint.
You have the soul of an artist
the soul of a beast

Now
you want me
for its either me
or vacancy
like an amorphous clay
you keep on forming as you whish
and like that gray shade line
you drew behind the sky
(shades were always your strongest side)
but we are both cowerds,
unable to complete,
leaving behind us
a trail of unfinished memories
we keep on
running
from.