Confused,
amazed, aroused
I look at
the knife on a far table
The edges
seems blurred
But the
handle is clear
The weak
papaya besides it
Sit in contemplation
Reminding him
of his bad luck
To trip in
the hands of his predator...
The life had
started with a small bud
Who wanted
to befriend all
On his
journey to adultery
He found
thorns everywhere
Others wanting
to slit his neck
Pluck his
seeds and throw him away...
He fought
his battle well
And felt
proud at his scars
It was this
time
He saw a
pink, yellow flower at a tree
She looked like
a princess
And his
heart fell in the sea
But
difficult was this love
The flower
was already owned...
Flower gave
him a reason to smile
And this
smile gave him a reason to die
The owner
loved the ripened papaya
And lusted
at its youth...
Now he sits
alongside a knife
Ready to get
dripped in pain
This pain looks
sweet
Dying in
front of his beloved
He closed
his eyes
And left
with ease.
