I Don’t Mind

The color code
begging for the hour to hurry
the boy and his dark little soul
want to get up and leave.
I swear lover,
the night still bleeds
I can clearly see that pretty place,
it’s all I’ll ever have
the crimson leaves
placed in colored vases.
Maybe this is our better place
God knows I’ve prayed enough
damn, heavy sipping
the new, surely are different now.
With temptation set to ruin everything
I accept the bet,
heavy mouths and their whispers
sure, I don’t mind to listen.
There against the edge
claws dig in and twist
with full attention now
I have no other choice,
but to listen closely
to the girl who produces
the beautiful photographs.
Red colored vase,
inspiration comes once
love-making in the afternoon
the bright sun outlining
a very thinly laced dress.
The colors in eyes,
it doesn’t really matter now
that I’m all blind.
I’ll use my hands
to get around
I’ll feel the world
on all fours.

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