The underwater kiss was amazing.
This same place…this same sky coloured as my sprinting mood,
this same sea…the waves, your red sweater,
your lemon lips.
A grenade in my heart; the pin in your hand…it’s quite destructive fusion of bizarre intimacy.
We stayed behind the rain that day… always falling behind in the automobiles,
the polka dotted sea always looks like maroon killer when you go ahead of it.
That day I cared for you everytime you looked at me like there’s a volcano waiting to be erupted inside you…
I touched your flailing hairs…I kept your dumped silences inside me…
Again that underwater kiss, the echoing horror of deepness and your imperfect body on me…
I am companion less at this same place again,
you are somewhere reading books in your underwear by the sea…
The thoughts of exclusiveness still occurs without you…
You never slowed down the death but certainly you gave a meaning to it.
Now I always see you from your back and hear your voice from a loudspeaker and hold your eyes through a prism in my sleep.
The consent is gone now just a fragile you and a free falling me in a world of unspoken depressions.

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Photograph: Axel Bischoff.