The girl you are dating
While you are married to me,
Will smell like the confidence I used to wear,
Hot tea and jasmine,
Scald your tongue,
Stench you to death.
You will think of her as Raindrops during a drought,
But I’m the flood don’t you see?
I will become your prologue, the discarded wrap,
She your poetry , your Christmas gift.
There is no use in asking someone to stay ,
When they want to keep slipping in and out,
In and out, in and out, in and out,
Of worlds, of doors , of lies , of bodies,
Like a madman becoming alright and going crazy again.
An infinite paradox.