shitdizturber

SLAVIC TEUTONIC BLONDE


I wanted to die in your arms,
I wanted to feel your tears
wet my last breath.

I wanted to gaze
before my departure
at your hips, remember their movements.

But what I wanted
Ill never have.
Call it fate, or
human weakness,
or call it something else
for which no words
seem to exist.

Its no great matter,
for my unfullfillment
wont change the seasons,
the moonlight, or
the illusions and lies
that the human race lives by.
It wont even be noticed.
Only I feel the torment,
no one else will be harmed, not even you.


DUANE LOCKE