Black would be profile of my heart
And dark would be figure of a
Barbie’s heart
When I turn into lighter
Why dark does still remain
black
Talking n singing about the gleaming
things
Walking and behaving naively
Why do stories are got putrid?
Concealed nights are fallen
on my lap
As a listener and an onlooker
With the wild body hairs from
somewhere
Scream louder
Windows are closed.
I’m watching on television
screen
As you are within the images
Like a midnight erotic movie
Being hated on every move
Check all over the body and have
a rest
Not honored by a single
penny,
Limbs are receiving sweat
On you not upon my
unattractive skin-
No one could portrays like a
midnight
Either the midday panorama of
a diffuse room
Sounds never broadcasted like
AIR radio
I might be turned into black
again
Just an unmovable statue on
the stories
But I won't be cannibal on
your bad sheet
Let me not mark down those vulgar
tales
Yes me noxious or sincerely
keep my voice
Not to take off Barbie’s garments
Unlike a barbaric man-
I do not chant mantras of any
almighty
To remove nor open my desires
Shut down those darkness
Or close up those translucent
secretes
Don’t let me hate any longer
Windows and doors would be
tired
Unlock all and release those
smells far and wide
Stare on mirror stand as nude
Forget not to turn on a lamp
Remember me not
Again I’m in a black heart…
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