We talked like children
through the night
seducing each other
with dreams of immortality
...
Surrounded by walls
leaning against the silence
the fist finally closed on him
urging him to open the door
...
Ovid
Troubled
I am troubled
by words
troubled
I never sleep
Learning the local language
I morph into Ovid
and compose an epic poem
no one will ever read
leaving glass sentences
with too much nakedness
scattered all over the floor
like jewels
Sadness oozing out