LABEL WOMAN

Poem by Celestine

At your breast I have slipped sharply,

Constrained morning between your thighs.

I was born in my own hands

Stepped over my fingers,

Like a smoked river in a world

Of men.

Will you marry me if I'm dead? 
Under the weight of a rough ground,

Spread me at your feet.

Punch me with my shortcoming,

Let my deaf angel inside your ear.

Throw me in you!

Kill my fear,

For I was born backwards,

Inside myself.

 

Created label for your lips

Tasting the air I breath.

You are my last cigarette!

My last pleasure when I die inside.

Thou shalt not steal the balm,

Inside my chest.

You put my soul on the paper.

My pencil wrote over your heart

With a smile,

With a tear,

With a noisy kiss,

Between your clumsy lips.

I am alive inside your eyes

Dragged the old me under your hat,

When I fall into your arms,

So certain!

You are my vertical illusion.