When the Creation Learns How to Feel
by Sigred Yamit
what am I going to do?
write another ballad
….for you? about you?
it’s always been about you, isn’t it?
the way the edges of your
lips reach the clouds of Zeus
or the way you bend down
as if waltzing with a v microscope
..to merely
record your findings
I have no idea if you actually
take time to analyze them
dear scientist, when will you
fix me? let alone just talk
to me? if you have no actual
plans then cut off
this red string, better yet
cut off our bastard pinkies
they hold no promise
it’s funny though, I swore I
heard you promising when
….your breath first reached my ears.