Too many long days
Spent searching, too many nights
Alone masturbating
Too many gin and tonics
On a lonely bar in the heart of Colombo
Making eye-contact
At women with oversized glasses

Too many dawns
Waking up to myself
And my favorite pillow
Too many beauty pageants
Even black-eyed pretenders
Way too many doormats
Too much correction fluid
Spilled on pages of diaries

Too many disappointments
Scribbled on the heart
Too many absentees
And too many absences
Too many paper-advertisements
Cut and slipped inside a file folder
Too many forensic moments
Rewound and played

Oh how terrible is virginity
Waiting for a breast-full of hope
But how absolutely breathtaking
Is the anticipation of a caterpillar
Waiting to melt his enclosure
And flyaway to pollinate
A long-standing dream

cc by-nc-nd Bruno Monginoux www.photo-paysage.com & www.landscape-photo.net


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