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...