Oliver

And at last, I was face to face with him.

Earlier, like a whirlwind passing through,

he turned around and with disregard,

Responded to my solicitation with a bleak glance.

Absurd, letting myself be brought down like such

By someone who cares no less about my emotions

By someone who is overwhelmed by my touch

But what my heart desires, I crave and die for it

I have wished a hundred times

To lay dead and naked in his arms

Beneath a burning blue sky

In all sweat and dust

While bloodied spears rained on us

But his eyes are not mine nor are mine his

He stopped looking into mine

Nor does he greet me with coral smiles

I could say that I love him and

Perhaps, it would be genuine

I'd bear with his anger and boring avenues

Heal his rashes and kiss his demons

But when his heart does not welcome yours

It destroys your pride from inside out

For a while, I felt dead

Our kiss made me live again

But what is life without its source?

Teach me