Poezja

This one-sided
dumb feeling, rising―
nothing less.

Spurned.
I reconstruct your
profile after strip tease.

Stitching the
thoughts with my empty
pen, no ink― no paper.

A poor day at hand.
I will not talk to anyone
about a dumb doll.

No fillers.
You don't need any make up
to bring the black smile.

Moon and the candle,
both were wary
of silent storms.