12-08-2016, 01:26 PM
Fetish
The colors will not welcome me.
Again, I am detached
from the blue charms of childhood
and the yellow idols of adulthood.
Red: who loves it? too hot for the pure,
too much for the combination.
An obscenity -- the sunrise and the sunset
prefer the following hour, the distant memory.
The dead welcome me. Through cloud, through
cloud -- I can hear them. Can't you?
How did you grow up to lose your toys,
to dye your hair and shed your voice?
(If the grown can grow anymore
than fat and numb) All it should take
to reach them is a step or two, a step
or two towards you, my love, my distant memory.
The colors will not welcome me.
Again, I am detached
from the blue charms of childhood
and the yellow idols of adulthood.
Red: who loves it? too hot for the pure,
too much for the combination.
An obscenity -- the sunrise and the sunset
prefer the following hour, the distant memory.
The dead welcome me. Through cloud, through
cloud -- I can hear them. Can't you?
How did you grow up to lose your toys,
to dye your hair and shed your voice?
(If the grown can grow anymore
than fat and numb) All it should take
to reach them is a step or two, a step
or two towards you, my love, my distant memory.