“Spalać się aż do końca”

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Instead of flowers he brought me a poem

Interntional Poetry Day ! 21.03.2017
It was so rewarding to see that so many people enjoyed our event !
Also, thank you for voting for my poem, even though you didn’t know who the author was 🙂

“Red, red, black, black, red, red”

Wardrobe filled with white and grey,
drawers full of black stockings and silky panties.

Blond fluff soaked with raindrops and whispers.
Goddess- shaped alabaster body
lying on the kitchen floor.

Blue eyes hidden in a fog,
shiny, carmine lips half open,
sipping wine from a man’s hand.

Bony wrist decorated with a golden watch
that stopped at twelve o’clock.

Bedroom air perfumed with roses.
A dried daisy on the nightstand.

Call her Elizabeth and count to fifty.

Listen to her steps fading in the hallway.

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