He asked if he could take me to lunch,
say,
a café.
That’s a waste of money, I replied,
and besides, I’d rather eat under a tree,
fresh air and sound of bees.
Make something and bring it to me.
(To be continued…)
©SvetkaSamizdat
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Archive for the ‘Любовь’ Category
Chapter 9: Lunch?
Posted: 2019-09-10 in ©SvetkaSamizdat, Любовь, Мысли на день, Мысли на ночь, Надежда0
Bitter. Sweet. Somethings.
Posted: 2019-08-22 in ©SvetkaSamizdat, Адам и Ева, Любовь, Распад, Pensées du jour, Pensées pour la nuit, Perfidie
He whispers sweet somethings in my ear.
I smile, aware that I’m dreaming.
Gutted inside and mind,
waiting for the next stab in the back.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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Inspired By Desire, Preserved In Mind & Stone
Posted: 2019-07-16 in Art, ©SvetkaSamizdat, Красота, Любовь, Память, Понимание, Сад Эдема, Homage
Women, men,
deep and shallow,
we all want to be liked,
appreciated,
ultimately desired.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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… And Other Terms Of Endearment
Posted: 2018-10-09 in ...блять!, ©SvetkaSamizdat, Communication Breakdown, Любовь, Ich träumte von..., Man-child, Thoughts For The Day, Thoughts For The Night, Woman-child
In my dream,
he kissed me passionately,
told me I was beautiful.
He licked my neck and said:
“I wanna fuck your brains out!”
… And other terms of endearment,
such I dream.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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