Written: © Maxima
I’m tired of tidying things up
Scattered around the place, it smells of chaste.
Hairpins on the floor,
lipstick smeared with the imagination of kissing,
That silent Wildness living in us.
All that something and somehow Hidden in the fog,
In the dense bushes of memories that creep
and eat in these
Moments of drunken loneliness to hurt less.
My soulmate became a cup of abandonment,
damed by fate.
Asking you out loud
Who now my little one?
once you cooked my favorite dishes,
You gave the most beautiful smiles,
Placed your chocolate lips
On mine and whispered
“Take me, I am your bitch“
Who knows which way ….
True deep darkness