April, 2009

Two moons…

Later, it was just sweet

Tango

Salsa maybe…?

The adrenaline rush.

The heart beat…beats faster

Bryan Adams’, “Let’s make a night...”

Let’s make sugar, baby, sweet surrender,

Let’s make……”

Yeah..what a night?

Do you remember..?

You do?

I am surprised.

But nights are for the

Dark, the deceit;

Wish I knew what else!

You said.

A lot more than

The usual.

But incoherent..

For me, at least.

My mind is there.

There where my

Brother has died

His limbs torn

Deep gashes

In every bit of

His golden brown body.

I cry and laugh.

I cry for joy

That I am still

Alive

And laugh

That he has left

Me to maybe

Die like him

One day..

Which day?

Today?

Or maybe I am

Already dead.

And he didn’t know.

And you, my sweetheart

Talk of the moon?

And the stars,

Of Love…..?