Her Heart

A friend asks for a threesome, but your braincells

Can’t come up with any words. Speechlessness is

A stranger visitor


After two years of friendship, you see

The golden ring saying hello on

His palm. You see your reflection

In its golden, sacred surface


Both of you

And a gorgeous woman — how will

You say no?

You’re still asking yourself

Why these wonderful things

Happen in the worst moments. You remember

The day when you almost kissed him — you

Thought of ropes and high buildings


I wonder if his wife would thank me

If she knew that my mouth blurted out


My heart says that hers would

Break in tiny pieces…

I walk away… I start

Running from the image of a red

Bedroom. I care so much

About you, stranger




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