before the light

the neon lights 
from the brothel next door 
shining on your small breasts 
and on my legs 
if one would have a longer moment
to look at the both of us
one would laugh
or weep
at the destruction of our two young bodies
after 6 and a half years 
of wrestling in the same bed
eating 
from the same floor
painting 
the same pictures 
this senseless love

sometimes I look at the sky
and see a pair of hands there
pointing at my heart
that turned into a dolphin
and swam 
straight 
into the blue ocean

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