THE INTIMACY OF STRANGERS
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I'm grateful you exist
beyond yourself you see,
the many worlds!
Singular and so consumed,
you reach for a moment of perfection!
Mornings and late afternoons
stab me with beautiful poison
condemning me to bleed-
to turn white pure roses
into ruby red monuments!
You filled me up
with moodiness
with crazy laughter
and loud spirits
Oh forgetting you, my story!
So tell me the secret
of the beginning of our end
holding raw beginnings of despair
for you are fragile, intoxicated
by Existence!
And like my rare thoughts,
this imperfection
we endlessly try to escape
in that field of tulips
it will escape us,
I promise!
by Iza_Bela
Copyright@2022
Bela.poetry@gmail.com
beyond yourself you see,
the many worlds!
Singular and so consumed,
you reach for a moment of perfection!
Mornings and late afternoons
stab me with beautiful poison
condemning me to bleed-
to turn white pure roses
into ruby red monuments!
You filled me up
with moodiness
with crazy laughter
and loud spirits
Oh forgetting you, my story!
So tell me the secret
of the beginning of our end
holding raw beginnings of despair
for you are fragile, intoxicated
by Existence!
And like my rare thoughts,
this imperfection
we endlessly try to escape
in that field of tulips
it will escape us,
I promise!
by Iza_Bela
Copyright@2022
Bela.poetry@gmail.com
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