So you were a virgin twice?
Where were you last night?
What did you do?
Who did you sleep with?
How was it?
Amidst full stops
No forthcoming answer
Only fluent silence permeating our conversation
Only whispers from people around us
Only rumours that I hear from vile mouths.
We’d be together
We’d sit at that hotel
Dream of the perfect future…
Wedding at the costas of Mombasa
Walk across sand as soft as your walnut skin
Babies, two, three or maybe even four
Renata, Andreas, and maybe
Little Margarita or Theo.
Living in this house of glass
No mud exists to dirty our sparkling feet
Nor dirt whatsoever upon the clean, clean Earth
No boiling hearts
And lemon-tasting words
No wasps in our mouth
No terror hide…
Just a bright future.
Yet full stops
A series of ellipses,
Making me wonder
When words ran out,
When the honey factory in your mouth
Depleted its reserves
When words became extinct,
When the altar cracked
The aisle was no longer what it used to be
The red carpet changed yellow –
The wedding gown becomes soiled
No longer sully
Dark as night
True as the lies you uttered.
The demons at the harbour shake at your sight,
The poison of the scorpion is underrated
The wind knows not of such shear destruction
The Earth spits,
A blub of saliva from another man’s mouth
Melts my inner core
Telling me of your atrocities
Saying that you are not the one I married.
Too many full stops between us,
A long speech of audible silence
A long chain of lies,
You perceive it as a song
Just a refrain that I’ll sing
I wake up from my seat
Wondering how I can forgive you
If you can’t just utter the words:
Please, forgive me.
Only full stops
Full stops exist between us.