I juggled with love.
A joker lost in desire
waiting for some action.
Sameness all the time.
I ate many lips.
A cannibal ready to
attack skins
as the night collapses.
I juggled with love.
Each victim has something
to remember: a love song,
a poem, a ride into the unknown.
But I am the bait now.
He plays with my heart,
he devours my powerlessness.
I am a just a stupid fool in this
sordid game and he... and he...
well...yesterday when we were
in bed, he forgot my name.

Karla Bardanza

1 comment:

  1. How could anyone forget a name as lovely as yours? Yet life does happen....Cest la vie! tc