While the fire was burning inside me / Poem by Marija P Najthefer Popov

Poem by Marija P Najthefer Popov
 
 
While the fire was burning inside me
 
You were looking for the culprit
The track led me to you
I cunningly hid you
In fear that you first
Should not pour sand or water on me
To be a murderer just in time
And it was needed only as a candle with two fingers
Turns me off between two palms
Clinging to itself like red-hot steel
And feel a tattoo in his chest
Like my thirsty mouth
That can no longer find words
Yet we understand
Somewhere at this hotspot
We are still unserved,
We are silent
The flames rise up again
To burn us with the touch of fiery union.
 
marijanajtheferpopov@ /SERBIEN/
 

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