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dysfunctional
"Lord, grant me chastity, but not yet."
- St. Agustine.
how ironic is that,
that you were
looking forward to
this disappointment
for the past several weeks
it was surprising
when the precise moment came.
just surpirising. not unexpected.
her nipples went cold
his fingers went numb
the world was still
and that was it.
it could've been
other things too: lethargy, sleeplessness,
general cooling of ardor, associated boredom...
but all is fine. it's not worth another chance.
it's better this way.
your silhouette against the blinders
is the first thing
one sees in the morning grey.
the white that whites
all that's not.
dysfunctional—that's our relationship
in a word.
a word that we sculpted for ourselves.
chiselling, bit by bit. one, two, three, four...
fastidious, we arranged this song in off-key
we were'nt overtly dramatic. no domestic
violence. no demonstrations of nothingness.
we stay put.
we stayed in character.
never did we utter taboo words
like 'love' or 'care'.
so we face each other
and with our fists in the air we shout
"united we sin"
and so we do the symphony of the loveless.
and so we do one final time
we chant till it echoes in the
valleys of gomorrah-
"so-do-you, so-do-me"
"so-do-me, so-do-me."
"so-do-me, so-do-me..."
© athiran, 2009
"Lord, grant me chastity, but not yet."
- St. Agustine.
how ironic is that,
that you were
looking forward to
this disappointment
for the past several weeks
it was surprising
when the precise moment came.
just surpirising. not unexpected.
her nipples went cold
his fingers went numb
the world was still
and that was it.
it could've been
other things too: lethargy, sleeplessness,
general cooling of ardor, associated boredom...
but all is fine. it's not worth another chance.
it's better this way.
your silhouette against the blinders
is the first thing
one sees in the morning grey.
the white that whites
all that's not.
dysfunctional—that's our relationship
in a word.
a word that we sculpted for ourselves.
chiselling, bit by bit. one, two, three, four...
fastidious, we arranged this song in off-key
we were'nt overtly dramatic. no domestic
violence. no demonstrations of nothingness.
we stay put.
we stayed in character.
never did we utter taboo words
like 'love' or 'care'.
so we face each other
and with our fists in the air we shout
"united we sin"
and so we do the symphony of the loveless.
and so we do one final time
we chant till it echoes in the
valleys of gomorrah-
"so-do-you, so-do-me"
"so-do-me, so-do-me."
"so-do-me, so-do-me..."
© athiran, 2009
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