[Poems]"Tense - Like Us" | Axilea M. Uzumcuoglu |
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TenseLost featherworthless treasure he seeks haunted by the shadow on the wall once again fist ready for combat against his own reluctance against his fear projected on the walls He doesn't see there's blood on the cold stone he doesn't see the past is always absent always He holds his memory in his fist reclaiming his past diluted instant after instant atomized and through his hand light turns yellow he hears her swallow in the room he doesn't see her he doesn't the past is always absent always its rays left through the cracks of his mind (races) a leak in his chest while she keeps the treasure in the palm of her heart he's just a second late and the past is Ties He was taught ink stains his hand his heart is tied (bloodred stone) there's something … he forgot Tight She - orgasmic tension archetypal, unbent - laws unwritten dissolving gasification syncopated a cough then codeine squeeze tighter holds tense: her present. ~~~ Like Usscarlet and smallslightly greasy tired hair rests on shoulders an unanswered question I turn around I turn around together ~~~
Translation published on 28/02/2009
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