Indigo Autumn

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Indigo Autumn

Big City Solitude
* * * (Sometimes you don’t know)
A Manual for Surviving Life (after the summer)
Underground Sun
Foolish to Cry
I Close My Eyes into the Night
Flight at 6 AM
Until the End of the World

How I call for you silently
with your fragrance hidden in the fur
although I wash you out
but not my thoughts
not the images of all the places where we met
which we ever thought of
everywhere where we travelled
even where we were not, there we were
more present than in our own lives

I see you smiling
I see you tingling and trembling
under a strong, but not the same sun
I see the girls that want to dance with you
they always do
we never danced that way, yet every other way

I see myself smiling
with a quiet shadow in my eyes
I manage well with nuances, those of colors
and those of my soul
it will be my most precious spot, my feature
– how nicely you have marked me

I wash out and I think of addictions
I remember the instructions for using the cream
three weeks to regenerate the skin
three weeks to clean the body of any chemistry
how many weeks for our alchemistry?!
in which cave should I lay down to get over you quietly
where shall I start, since going on is impossible
how shall I start knowing about the sin
about leaving the essence along the roads –
those that we never took

AuthorGorana Mitrović
2018-08-21T17:22:38+00:00 June 21st, 2014|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 96|0 Comments