I REALLY DIDN'T

I really didn't really think
You'll come to me
With a blink of an eye
Fast but obvious
And to stop me from getting dry


I really didn't really feel
That my knees would dance the moment I kneeled

I really didn't really know
That you will wait for me
At the end of this bendy road... 

THE POEM WITH A COCK IN THE THROAT

(or something to that extent)


I don’t believe in your sloppy words of apologies
Or something to that extent
In love that poured on me from your cock
To me it looks like we have reached the end

I do not trust your crawling walk
Or shaky talk in my ear
I'm sick of hesitation in your voice and I do not want to heal your fears again

This love is withered in my hand
A dying flower
Or something to that extent

I don’t believe in your lousy smile
The while after you made my hope drop on the floor
To watch it die

Goodbye is the answer
I intend to send
Or something to that extent

I don’t recall I've ever promised
To love you despite the shame and thousand of negative thoughts
The broken trust that lies so lonely between us and rots!

SEQUEL (again and again)

This is how it ends
This is how it cracks
My head open and empties my hands
My love has drifted to the other side of your shore
The boredom arrived at my bed
I am noones lover
Mother
Wife nor whore
This is how it breaks me
This is how it makes

My own is this poem
I stick screaming words in your quiet bread
I paddle in muddle
I taste no regrets

At another island I will moor my boat
Though once in your waters I happened to dwell  


This is how it stops
How it dies and takes
Last breath from the heart
Last beat of last aches
At the other den I will rest my feet
My mouth will get hungry on a fleeting kiss
With flavour of blood of a thousand men

Evening will awake the forgotten greed,
Colour red my lips

The woman inside dies, laughs, cries with lust
She breaks through to the other side of the past
Like surprise she becomes the edge of neglected lies
Her voluptuous body
Those art grasping eyes

This is how it bursts
This is how it starts...

W IMIĘ MIŁOŚCI

W miłości zapominamy o sobie
Nagle w osobie trzeciej się widzimy
I powoli się kurczymy

Miłości się oddajemy
Kładziemy na tacy
I jacyś ludzie
Niegdyś dla nas obcy
Kęs po kęsie zjadają nam wnętrze
W imię miłości

My także z miłości zjadamy
Żujemy, połykamy
Do podniebienia przykleja nam sie czyjeś purpurowe serce
A zakochane organy zostaja nam między zębami

Potem miłość przemija
I śledziona jest zmęczona
A wątroba niczyja...