Lily of the Nile
While you were tying blue flowers to the clot of my hair
I moved about impatiently
As if it didn't matter
Meandering like a little girl
I swiveled through the gazing trees
Oblivious to the thread that knotted up our dreams
It was a dark night when the oceans called
I was cradled in a bubble you had just breathed with life
Floating across our jittering timeline
It landed half shot into a mountain peak
What a pity, what a pity.
The bubble that carried purity was rendered bleak.
So when I fell, it took less than a moment
You lit a fire to cook your meat
I fired my parachute to pull me away
But the voracious flames charred my feet
What was meat, was I meat
You often whispered, you liked me raw.
You emerged like the mellow shades of morning
Resting on a street bench
Hands stretched on your sides
Glancing, smiling
And I swam in like a sea of autumn leaves
Rustling over you
Clogging your senses
Romancing your little ears
What is your name
Are you the same one
Who sat on the bench?
My hair is untied, there are no blue flowers
But you forgot to erase
The scent of your breath
It reeks from my hair
Like Lily of the Nile.
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