"Dying"
I'm dying
not forever
not for all
flimsily
this deaths
not forever
not for all
flimsily
will be more
but not even one of them
it's not the same
this one
that I experience
awoke by your love
running through
awoke by call
that voice on the desert of mirages
upon me
Moon was shining brightly
full Moon
the best friend
of
thieves and lovers
at the morning
Judas Iscariot
gave me a kiss
I was again there
marks of tears on my shirt
marks of sweat on the sheets
they were still wet
they were gleaming
by blood and salt
The Death
fed with
fear and uncertainty
about your every breath
that I didn't know
Bydgoszcz, 11.04.2017r
Mikołaj Matela