I laughed. I really did. I laughed at myself... my stupidity, my intuitive abilities. The way I had been listening to my heart, discrediting every word my head said, as gibberish... was amusing. I laughed at my feelings... that had now been silenced. I laughed at my poems, that were ashamed of their existence. It took a while, to shed a tear and feel that crack in my heart. Until then, every day, I remembered how broken I was and I laughed.
For a moment forget that she has breasts or the sanctum of life and death between her legs. Look at her eyes and the lingering sadness. Ask her for once of all those dreams she suppressed, the lover she still misses. The torments her heart has kept secret. Let her existence be about her own self, and not merely to measure a family's honor or to pleasure a wrecked man's senses. For once see a woman as a human. For a moment forget... she has breasts or the sanctum of life and death between her legs.
This pain runs through my body and ties me to the ground underneath. My veins get emptied, to an unending pit, at the center of the earth. Pale and drained... I stand, in utter shock. Lips parted, by the weight of words entangled, hanging... hooked in my gut. Enough air in my lungs. Enough to keep me afloat. But I'm drowning, under the desert in my throat. Your face... blurred in my memories. Your betrayal... still fresh, oozing from my heart... bleeding. I'm bleeding vacuum, because that's all that remains within me. I had given you all the keys. Not knowing, you... were the thief.
Fingers entwined. Your breaths hooked in her curves. A rose was burned. Heart tossed at the doorstep, empty you entered the gates of guilty pleasure. Twisted and turned... on a bed sheet crumpled. Night after night with reckless abandon. Her face resplendent. Your lips pursed. Sound of kisses, moans and sighs... just loud enough to hide the quivers of heated bodies gliding upon each other. Rushed to the pinnacle, slid down the trough. You caressed her bosom, she whimpered at the touch. Together you bathed in that tar stolen from temple... the nights you made love without love.