it wasn't as if we knew it was over
but yet it was
it was the kind of love
you have when your desire
is on a cliff
you decide
do i jump or find a wall
but my bikini was off
my skin was bare
and nothing was between us
except the Greek air
and even though i had no answers
my eyes were looking up without a carei let it go
i let the demons go
i let the dreams go
i let the misdeeds go
i let the night go
i let the moment stay
i knew that art could last longer
than this day
but i did not hold onto my orgasm
i let it out
with each muffled shout
i bore my wounds
to be kissed
and like the Greek singer Mazonakis sings
I Kardia Mou
my heartyou kissed and killed me at the same time.
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