המתת השור

orgasm in my face
blowing my lips awide
injecting all the fluids the love
under my skin
under my cheeks

wispering names
uttering softly your name
in the ear of a lover
my lover

he has gone away
he has missed the rendez vous
missed the departance
missed the boat of our trip
the one we should have taken together

he has gone away
and has not even realised it
stupidity sometimes
fear at others
but the malentendu rests complete
a moment missed

has he found another ?
i donnot know
but i will not seak for an answer
at that time at that time of an age
it is over so quickly
it has gone so quickly
it will never come back
he will never come back to me.

you, my love
yes, the one there
that deos not know
you had all the words of love in
all the caresses
in all the touches
in every wisper
in all your coming and goings

you my love
i loved you for 48 hours
and then i had to close the door
the season had come
an local autumn of two days
and rests in the air
in the rooms in the bed within the sheets
the shadow of his hands
of his lips
of his skin
of his heart
i confess