I might change, I might age
there will always be a man in my poems.
Sensual bodies gravitating around me
swallowing me like a pill of ecstasy.
I might be insane and hungry for flesh
there will always be a woman in my poems,
bringing new pastels colours in my head
and giving me the gift of new lyric stories
my dreams are chaos
you used to tell me “you are trouble”.
Yet, my heart is for you
your soul is for me
and i feel blessed for drinking your smell
each day i breathe.
Mixed media painting
9 January 2015
Travel of a mind