At Cemetery
among tombs and strange people
A widow so sad
At least she had a moment
One tear to share for the dead
At Restaurant
you could see two long legs
on her black high heels
as a good living widow must be
At house
alone, the sun going down
a widow not so sad
waiting for whispers and rides
as night falls
while the dawn comes!
and morning rises!
her curled hair wraps other’s face
and all is allowed to get in
into those chastes thighs and legs
the hot breath, the caresses … the kisses
And finally!
in a frenzy’s moment
she cast out His photo
breakable memories on the floor
One more spasm!
And He, as a good dead man has to be
remained dead
among tombs and strange people
Well done Mirna. This is great ! ❤
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Thank you my friend… You are doing good with your cats too… I got lots of fun with the last one…..
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Thank you Mirna. Have a lovely evening. 😀 ❤
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Beautifully penned, dear Mirna! Have a wonderful friday / weekend ahead! Aquileana 😀
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Thank you my friend. You are very gentle
🙂 🙂
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Hi Mirna, wonderful words, but the picture too. Congrats. xo
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he, he, he …. Thanks…. 🙂 🙂
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Wow! You understand the sense. I’d like it will continue. Thanks and kisses. ; )
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🙂 🙂
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