I do

imaginea utilizatorului Trinity

you remember the corridor?
the corridor which carried our footsteps
like a golden chariot King Ahab
it took forever to understand
the white piano’s tune
our heart beats put it to shame
with every passing moment

we reached the room
turned the knob
the walls had pearled silky paper
carefully designed for dream catching
and we knew
there was no exit for love
no stairway, no door
no way out through the narrow balcony
but in each other’s arms

your mouth stilled
by mine
a wet gift from
the sea
forgotten words

I remember
your hands talking to me slowly
like the lips of M. Monroe to
a crowd of marines
me panicking between lines

..to Mr Baby



well, I guess is khewl to see wedding poetry is live and well.

Asta ar fi culmea. Eu m-am jenat sa

Asta ar fi culmea. Eu m-am jenat sa scriu si primul comentariu. Cine sint eu sa imi bag nasul intr-un text atit de intim... Cu atit mai mult cu cit nici nu il cunosc pe Mr Baby, nu stiu daca este un personaj real sau doar "poetic" si nici daca existenta lui poate trece dincolo de versuri... Imaginatia femeii este o chestie foarte bogata cu care este bine sa nu ai de-a face, zic inteleptii...


fie, te iert! pentru ambele comentarii!..:p