Dream

You catch my soul by grabbing my hand,
Our bodies in touch, you touch my hair
Your fingers wander on top of my lips
You haul my head, you nibble my tongue
I’m drawn to you oh dear I won’t stop

I dream dream dream
Every day I dream of you
I dream dream dream
This dream is interminable
I dream dream dream
I know I have to rouse
I dream dream dream
Oh but baby, when I do
I dream dream dream
I dream I see you.

You carry me with ease into the room
Or you drag, if it’s the hundredth bloom
When I lie in your brawny arms
It’s one place where nothing harm does
I’m drawn to you oh it’s too late to stop

I dream dream dream
Every night I dream of you
I dream dream dream
Not yet, I can’t let go of you
I dream dream dream
I know I have to wake up
I dream dream dream
Oh but baby, when I do
I dream dream dream
I dream I see you.

You tell worst lies I’ve ever heard
I want to doubt but believe every word
Your breath tickles most intimate spots
You hold me tight, my mind is blown
I’m drawn to you oh baby don’t stop

I dream dream dream
Every day and every night
I dream dream dream
I have you and we’re so hot
I dream dream dream
I know I have to get up
I dream dream dream
Oh but baby, when I do
I dream dream dream
I dream I see you.

Beril
21/02/10

p.s.)Written as lyrics rather than a poem

Toxic Inspiration

Blurred vision, tingling ears, impaired decisions
All pointed to the known fact:
the toxin was mixed within her blood.

Complicated dilemmas now made sense
as she could see the world as it is
She could even solve greatest enigmas
if she truly put her mind to it.

She noticed her growing famine,
her inevitable need for couple fingers
stroking her hair, touching her cheeks
followed by a kiss to her forehead
by a pair of clement and loving lips.

A warm wave swept her torrid body
A writhing ache residing in her stomach
sank between her ravenous legs,
her bladder filled up with noxious fluids
made pressure aggravating her craving
She asked herself again and again
How much did she want to dance?

She did not have the full control
not over her actions,
not over her desires
She was afraid of that wicked cell phone,
which was calling her to reach and regret
but she had a wish for a coming day
that she did not spend a minute near hell
nor in interrogation, nor in infliction.

That’s how she started typing
she believed she might be controlling
her yearnings by symbolizing, by confessing.
That’s how she started typing
to put a leash on her aspirations
and to make use of her demanding toxins.

Now the poem seems to be over
what’s next?
What will protect
her from entering the torment?
Needless to say:
Law and order with boiled chestnuts!

Beril
06/01/10

We'll See

I saw it in his eyes.
Did I?
I felt it in my chest,
In my thighs, in my breasts.
Was it just a rush of blood
Or the embracement of mental perfection?
Who knew?
I tried and tried…
Tried so hard until I felt tired and tried.
The trial was over
Or was it going to be over and over?

I saw it in his eyes.
Did I?
Everybody said I was right.
Was I?
Just wanted to close my mind,
Feel the pain and get used to gain,
Gain the trust and the must,
The must was the rule:
Those who shall survive and reproduce;
They rule.

I saw it in his eyes.
Oh I saw what I saw.
It was an open invitation never sent.
I closed the door,
The door to the journey which took too long.
Short episodes of my life were in there
In his eyes
Calling out my body to follow the lead.
Stop asking questions and your soul shall repeat,
Repeat the mistakes and finally get.
Leave it to your body the long forgotten.
Let it be and We’ll see.

Beril
03/15/09