fishing

[bacchante]

you're going fishing tomorrow
and I come to office
I don't mind

we'll meet in the evening and you'll be drunk
perhaps, i'll be drunk too
'cause i'm a loner
even before than
from now on

you'll be so tired
and we'll have a quarrel
i don't like it when you're drunk
and i'm not
you spoil the dimensions

then you'll turn your back and sleep
and i'll keep on drinking
i'll drink about thousands of things
maybe cry a little bit
or smile sometimes

than i'll lie next to you
or go to sleep on the sofa

and again the pain will reach my fingerbones
and I'll wail for love
the phantom of which hovers all around
transfixing me through
but never staying

[Dark Muse]

I really liked this one. It was quite interesting, but I think it touched upon a deep truth.

[PrinceMyshkin]

What an intimate, raw poem! It's as if you wrote it without any protective skin.

[bacchante]

now after your words I feel myself wrapped up in the most protective skin - a warm and radiant cloud :) Thanks for making me feel so.