I'll be better now
I'll be at the end of a night of love. I will kiss strangers,
The man helped me to Keep away from death
I'll be better.
I will reduce myself and will not use any more drugs.
I am making love with a man
Who Does not know anything about me
I am Lying with a man who does not Know my name
But in the evening, on the boulevard, briefly
My fingernails Passed over his arm
Only for the purpose of life I came to him
Disturbed like an unfinished poem
And he is in no hurry and moves over me slowly
Take out the pins from my hair one by one
Scattering my hair on the pillow
CROWN it like a trophy in his arms.
I felt his body is not familiar with such love
Because otherwise carved her place in his arms.
But even in her absence she was present
And I'm just a guest and not invited
To engrave my place on his flesh. I closed my eyes
I circled my hands around his neck
Moved by the warmth of his movements
But in the Same time
Prevented from believing in his love
It's just an hallucination
A reflection of a reflection of love.