Intoxicated
by your soft touch and kisses.
Over the limit.
Intoxicated
by your soft touch and kisses.
Over the limit.
Staring at ceiling,
pondering the life meaning.
Need a love jump-start.
A man in the store
like young Kris Kristofferson.
Good supermarket.
My thoughts perturbed by
merciless hurricane winds
that you dare call love.
Fuck the ‘mal de vivre’
that your mind tries to embrace.
Choose to be happy.
It’s not writer’s block.
Maybe writer’s depression.
Similar bullshit.
Like a splendid dress
I wear my disappointments.
Invisible stains.
My friend the moonlight
Illuminating my soul
When it gets too dark.
Umbilical cord,
The attachment you call love.
Time to cut it off.