Patience, princess, patience
- your voice
sounds in my head -
postpone your thoughts and lust
to another place, another time
when I am more than shapeless dust
and you are wet sand
I can mould with my hands.
Jump, little junkie, jump,
addictive as you are
and sweet, so sweet I'm sticky all over,
jump to me, into my mouth
like a candy, I'll lick and suck more
until you are completely gone,
tears and sighs and all.
Nod, nameless girl, nod
your head in agreement.
I'll be your Sun and you my Moon
on the sky clouded by cigarette smoke,
humming an eastern tune.
Around your neck my hands have been
still while I fade you grow a queen.
Angie
Siljanoska
