MARTIN PESCADOR

I watch you
still asleep

breath

sweet breath,
warm,
tender,
caring,
loving

lover
so know that the waves follow the rithm of your
lungs

your hands holding the world
holding my heart
holding my soul

sweet hands,
strong,
soft,
magic hands,
so perfect i can touch the sky

your lips,
your tonge,
your eyes,
sweet lips,
magic tonge,
light eyes

so light that i can't barely see
so sweet i can't barely think
so ... spelled i can't barely breth

your face

your heat

your kids

a world falling apart

war

powder

the reaper
murderer death's aroud

bitch!
cold smiling whore,
heartless wench...

who invited you?

who told you you could come...?
to steal my heart?
to rob my soul?
to tear the whole world and turn it into ashes?

and now that it's corrosive, burning,
lacerating
saliva it's eatting my bones
crucifying my skin
blasting my blood and turning it into salt

your image remains

memories

kissing,
caring,
huging,
knowing,
discovering,
love making

and againg your image fades into shadows

and there's only darkness around me

after the darkness there's only pain

after the pain only agony

even your children seem to desapear

and after you

there's still desire



(inspired by a woman who know her beloved husband was dying ... and he dind't know his end was close)