5.08.2013

Walking around the rim

There is a volcano in the room with the red stripes on the wall.
I will meet you there but you won’t remember the details of our meeting
You are a man thinking aloud for a woman that loves your voices
If you were a fire you would have chosen to die in that volcano
Having dragged me there to applaud the performance of your death
And if I were a leaf I would have chosen to crack between your teeth
As you are spitting the heap of your truths in my gaping mouth


R.B

image: Picasso