Penny dreadful

 

i  supose  i dont need you to be a man in flesh and blood
or I, a woman … in spirit
or being human or not….

You could be a beast

dreadful
horrible

your speech, the way you express yourself
is not
and you count on me
you count with the fierceness that i believe on you

that   complete all gaps..  all holes inside you
when you are alone

if you are real… if you are a  man…

But I…I am penny dreaful
and they talk and chant about me in the alleys
at the dawn
drunks …

sustained by the walls

and when they has fully exhausted all the bad options

they wait in a veiled dream
that redeem all of them
but not me…

I know….

Another night will come and
another sing they will chant
and
“Penny Dreadful that is what we want”

 i’ll succumb to the charm of their voices and depraved calling
again….
So, i dont need you be a man in flesh and blood
perfect  and charming
just hear you
because sometimes i need to be rescued
not by a penny , not by affliction

but by a poem

penny

The Witness

 

give me a little of bright light
a subtle shadow from your curves
did i mention the eyes? They are mine
despite the good and evil that i sawwitness
my gift to see through all  human’s souls
and that sustain  all my affliction
i need to    demand to you again
Give me your shadows and curves
to soothe my soul and drain my addiction
because i have to see….that is all that i know
but is  not my choice to reveal
My eyes and heart frozen
in a flash  ~so many times~
 muscles sore in   pain’s nights
alone and witness from other’s  fret
I  need a love to redeem
my eyes ~for  what they saw~
my heart ~ by the constantly disordered  beats~
as  you bless me and i stop ~here~ just to see you