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Never Cry Wolf - 1. Days 1 to 7
I.
Fool: Stupid, silly, harmlessly deranged?
Or just a person who enjoys something too much?
Fool: Hoodwinked, mocked, played, tricked?
Or just a dessert of pureed fruit mixed with cream?
II.
Only a thin line,
A hint of yellow and green,
Will soon spring open.
III.
Black leather, smooth and worn,
molded around me in years.
I feel as anew born,
now the first outing nears.
You are waiting for me,
looking so hot in your gear.
Eyes are shining with glee,
I’m so happy we’re queer.
Soon we are on the road,
long, gray bands slicing green.
Spring sun, the world seems slowed,
as we speed past the scene.
A day spent with you, out,
I am left with left no doubt.
IV.
Tired,
I am hovering over my head.
Tired,
my eyelids as heavy as lead.
Tired,
my skin feels paper thin, spread.
Tired,
damn I have to go to bed!
V.
I’m followed by a spotlight, beams are seeking me,
and though the lamps are shuttered, I can feel their heat,
the iridescent green is what I loved to see,
a pair of red lips bow-shaped by a smile, so sweet.
But if you want, I stay clear, avoid your place,
turn around, look away when we meet in town,
I’ll keep silent, no smile will appear on my face.
What if I die inwardly, you won’t feel me drown.
If you want, I come over and bang at the door,
wait for you to take courage and invite me in,
sing you songs, read you poems, and stories. What more
can I offer, for I want to make your head spin?
VI.
Ratatouille is what it will be today,
Green, red, and yellow pepper, come out to play.
Onions, garlic, aubergines and potatoes,
Zucchini, thyme, basil, tomatoes.
Get the pan, pull out the spoon,
And the dish will be ready to taste at noon.
VII.
Trying to find you in all that you won’t say,
as you swallow back the liquor in your glass,
our eyes lock, our breath holds, two heartbeats pass,
then you’re gone, the door shuts, and I stay.
I remember everything, who we used to be,
who we are now, and I switch the light off,
even though we reached the trough,
there will never be a way up, never be a ‘we’.
- 7
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