Παρασκευή, 21 Φεβρουαρίου 2014

Dar(k)ling... ,I, listen:


Tonight,
as I fall drunkenly asleep, I dream of you , my love.
In my dream, we will be playing Magic The Gathering, but instead of people we are decks.
You are green/white and I am black/red.
Our cards have the ability to move ; like body parts would.
Το distract you away from victory, I read you Keats from a nearby collection.
You tell me his words could kill you, like bullets would.
You will probably win anyway, I am horrid at games.
In my dream, I do not care that you were born with a vagina.






















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