I’m dying of thirst for your beauty,
Neither rain nor flood can quench it.

I’m dying of hunger for your body,
No wine or fruit can satisfy me.

Nothing in this world is as black as your hair.
As white as your skin, as red as your mouth.

But your words stung me like knives.

You refused to kiss me. You did not even look at me.

And now…
I’m alive.
And you are dead.

Now, I can kiss your mouth.
But you’re still not looking.


*I just came back from the theatre, I went to see the opera “Salome” by Richard Strauss. It left a deep impression on me. So I decided to summarize the story in this little “poem”.


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