Blue Beard

The sun is blue today

Humans are melting

They are made of clay

Eminent fake sores

Stop itching for a curse

They are making love in Norway.

I saw your blue beard

I think I was drunk

Or too sober

I saw your blue beard

It was burning with

deceitful looks and

charms.

She was singing

barefoot

whenever she

could

Her bed made

out of old

wood.

The forest is too wide

Yet

too small for her young soul.

The horses turned green

just for her agony and

imprisoning smile

the world turned into a circular ball for her to crash like a hazelnut eaten with sour dark chocolate.

Blue beard

It disappeared

With a bag of

weed.

Blue beard

Don’t worry

My mouth

is sealed.

 

Copyright 2013

All rights reserved, Asmaa Lotfy


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