RADIO-BINGO op RTV GO! DOE ELKE ZONDAG MEE...
Gepubliceerd op: 10 juni 2017, categorie Poëtisch Proza
The screaming
followed by a
long and languid sigh.
We died
a thousand deaths
and still came out unharmed
renewed.
Walked
through secret gardens,
killed all animals
and flowers.
Kept all
that's held to be sacred,
yet we're not divine.
We don't need to be
we don't need anything at all
except for eachother's bodies.
There's no need for words now,
we both want the same.
Sweet seduction;
she came to me again,
she has come again.
The garden is ours.
