I Received A Ticket Poem by Maria Mitea

I received a ticket to the land of never happened,
not knowing how to find its non-end
I flew until landed on an eyelid,
- you were standing still,

then I thought,

to be able to stand face to face,
let"s carve the gate of the kissless,
- we have eyes, we have,
we flow into them like a river of milk,
eye to eye, lip to lip, - no kiss,
like marble statues, we remain devoted to innocence,
we keep it as holy water,
we drink it without wetting our lips,
without being crazy to kiss when the village burns,

and instead of the table of silence
we better carve the table of non-silence
- everything will be perfect,
without struggling in our own nets,
we hide in one eye, small, small,
unseen and beautiful,
when the unlived would see us
so cute, and quiet,
quite,
like two fireflies,
would let us,
it would let us play between your eyebrows,
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and we played,
we played with two strands of grass,
the grass of never happened,
it was sweet
so sweet
that the insomnia of a poem struck us,
(already written by the other eye,
it does not matter
when I already had a ticket to the land of never happened)


Copyright © Maria Mitea | Year Posted 2021