Hard and wet in her hands,
gently she rubs it with both;
slippery it gets.
Sometimes she rubs it
on her thighs,
sometimes on her breast,
even on her face;
slippery it gets.
She rubs it all over her body
till the foam is thick.
Then she puts the soap
in its case, and
turns on the shower
to rinse her body
Saw aquariums in a bar
connected by a hole in the middle
and fish gleefully swam through
Lights slither in
from their source outside
like ochre yellow snakes –
crawling on the walls
throw shadows in the mind –
shadows of memories
of similar lights from
childhood
Please, sir! Please,
let him not slap me
let him not kick me.
Help me, sir,
my hips are broken
my nose is bleeding.
Please, sir! Please,
he’s got my hair
he’s got my neck.
Help me, sir,
I can’t breathe
I can’t move.
Ah! the walls, sir –
they are moving
they can hear me.
Thank you, sir,
I think I’m flying
I feel no pain.
A horrible death he died,
the man I loved way back then.
Horrible – because he became you.
A mid-August afternoon
he kissed her;
silence droned in her ears,
her heart wrenched
with emotions almost painful –
her heart throbbed,
’cause someone loved her so –
if he had kissed her
for hours,
it wouldn’t have sufficed.
Yet, with a single touch,
she knew she loved him
and he loved her as much.
She wanted to be closer –
under his skin –
with no time and space
between them.
She wished
nothing else mattered but –
their love
Are you in pain, Old Lady?
Come, let me comfort you.
Your feet ache?
I will carry you.
Oh, you can’t hold the spoon.
Let me feed you.
I will sing you a lullaby:
Sleep, Old Lady,
have a safe passage.
The coins are too heavy?
Let me take the weight off you.
You can’t eat, Old Lady?
Go hungry another day.
Oh, you need to go?
Pee in your pants.
Stop moaning, Old Lady,
you are a nuisance.
When will you pass?
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