Inter -------------------connections

Inter -------------------connections

A Poem by Ahasver

Labyrint of grey streets 
I am wearing a mask 
Control of my emotions 
To feel nothing 
Concrete walls are moving 
Whistlle of a stardust 
Replay of mine shape 
Cultivation is in my name 
Looking for another stranger in my cabaret 
Rat is dancing 
Magical subway with drunken noisy youth 
I can walk through 
In red color of my Parisian raincoat 
I am visible dream 
End station 
Dogs can attack me 
Criminals can chasing me like a police 
Calm zone 
Opening doors of midnight bus 
She walking in 
Into my world 
Next to my seat 
Under street light 
She touching me 
Consequence of rhytm 
We don't talk 
Until my eyes start dance 
She gave me velvet kiss 
Her fingers are like flames 
Warm tongue 
She speak 

With someone 
With voice 
With emotions 
With laugh 
I am a silent like lamb 
She leaving me 
In train station cannot be found 
I cannot speak 
There are no humans close to me 
I walk away 
Into sheer of my horror 
In warm clothes 
In streets of grey labyrint 
Empty disolve 
In mouth of prostitute 
Empty became my personal heat 
I am not alone 
You are with a me 
My best friend 
From my dream 
Elusive in compassion 
Full in blood 
Temple of creation 
Symbol of my cult 
Spirit high above me 
Under dark of passage away 
Where blond singer 
Have voice of my hole 
In one drop of one tear 
You are real 
Myself false 
In mirror 
I am empty disolve 
Full bloom 
Dark after sex 
My love 
I am not alone 

© 2018 Ahasver

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Added on November 6, 2018
Last Updated on November 6, 2018