Repercussions

Physical intimidation petrifies me. 

It comes with blood ties and constrictions, because people betray you, abandon you and abuse you.

I can't hide in your bed and explain to you the avoidance of your eyes. Since I don't want to forget them and burn them in my memory. Your caress has twenty repercussions where you only see the one of affection and I the one of: 

“Don’t leave me, don’t lie to me, don’t mistreat me that something in me is made of porcelain". 

If I wanted to, I would give you a novel with the rules and contradictions. If I was sober and of a healthy mind, I would give you all the words that explain it. 

However, your body leaves me trembling and in need because I have to have you in my arms and mark what is mine with yours.

My body betrays me, it flees me, and I never stay with the one who waits for me. Since your fingers are acidic and my skin is an empty canvas that trembles with the autumn leave for your breathing. 

If the possibility of a kiss existed between the distant bodies and the solution of my dementia. I would take it with the five hundred repercussions.

T.A.