the world was never
as dark and foreign
to me
as on the night when
she requested me to kill
the father
of her child
and
fatalistic me
I agreed
so for the first time
she brought her heels
to her buttocks
and spread her knees for me
I was not able
to enter
the church of love
why?
she asked
I had no answer
only technical questions
pretending to be the police
where were you at THE
time when IT
happened?
she simply said
at the movies
and I knew that IT
will be
nothing fancy
that I'll have to
give myself in
at the scene
and I wondered
at the dimension
of her rage
dooming two men
at once
she didn't wonder
she loved me
wlodzimierz holsztynski ©
1992-06-11/12
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