The night

Started with a story

Sorting destinations

Beyond and below

We know where we were going.

Wearing fortuity

Across our chests

Distorted truth stretched from your

Strong arms

Straight to my heart.

Desire oversimplified

We know where we were going

And I didn’t want the night to end

You said, let’s not.

With the mind in the flesh

The flesh in the blood

I watch you grow

Thicker than hope

Faster than God.

And

At one pierced moment

Drops of your sweat

Becomes my tears

The night ended

With half of a whole story

Of remembering me

Forgetting you.

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From Malaysia. A business owner. A painter and a closet poet. Hates roaches.

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Beata Beatrix

Beata Beatrix

From Malaysia. A business owner. A painter and a closet poet. Hates roaches.

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