hollow kayak
He said, “love me.”
I said,' you are feisty.'
No one ever dared to taste my love,
but he inhaled it all at once.
While I asked, “why me?”
Drugs, my love,
are bad,
indeed the worst.
But loving me again and again
is equal to asking insanity
to come to you first.
Yet I know soon I will accept it,
maybe because he is my fate.
I will let him find me between graves.
And then, when he finds me
and asks me to “bite me,”
maybe I will answer with, “ask nicely.”
And at that time, when I do,
I will realize
that I have chosen
my kind of love
wisely.
- aes.
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