HEREAFTER
I’ll masturbate on Saturday
unscrew the lids of your eyes
and pull off the petals from the roses that bloomed
away
fizzing into the laconic night with hurt reflections of the thorns
your lips have grown
I’ll come together with stranger’s sweet kisses and stale snowflakes
dancing to Mahler’s tunes
you’ll masturbate on Sunday morning
to the ovation of the sunshine
that melt your fears dusting the ashes from someone’s charred dreams
ashtrays full like lips you kiss
and your eyes that don’t lie
fade
like asphalt in the snowstorm
and then I’ll paint you in memoriam of our outmoded tie
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Copyright, Hereafter, I'm feeling cybersexy, Matya Dio, All rights reserved
