White Wine

I want to daze off mid-beer

I’d still be laughing and nodding

but my mind would be fizzing out

like bubbles off my drink

and I mentally roll my eyes

till I get a hang-over headache

What is wrong with me?

I think I’m lonely

Snipping your hair with my fingers

under the chair

and we are an arm’s apart

with laughters from a nearby table

I bunny hop in lights

and smile for the camera

Remember that slow dance

we murmur and hum

and it was just as were still

suspended with breaths

bouncing back and forth

somewhere, a tornado is born in utter, imploring

silence

somewhere, there are sand slipping between slippers

somewhere, there are necessary blurring that

come in focus 

and I’m not sure if I want to have kids

It might be just a reaction to the chocolate

undertone of this red wine

I just need to hear you say that

you don’t love me anymore

So, I can kill your father

so I can be there for you in his funeral

needing

It is a hungry thing at 2.18 in the morning

sitting in a bench, waiting for four hours

my ear on the ground, I can still hear 

heartbeats of corpses I killed long ago.

White wine would have been a better option.

7.52 PM.

07.09.2014