i woke in the heart of night. hungry and with an appetite. eating slowly apple sauce with cream of condensed milk it came to me that to die now i would still have this delicious taste in my mouth, nothing bad, and i enjoyed it after all. there was a slight regret that i'd also like to feel the fresh memory of kisses and have the scent, the softness and breath and nearness of a sleeping love with me. but then i would let her sleep, early enough for her to have a bad surprise in the morning and for me better too, i'd like to go without her agitation, quietly.
so crazy,so real.
and now i sleep again, with a kind of malicious joy, i had woken out of dream with the pressuring image that i'll be too late for work. no.
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