After your Sun

How many tears should I hide
before I walk through the sky
of no pain, of no lonely heart?

How many non return kisses I should see die
before the survival of my legs
before the miracle after your single fly?

After your Sun there’s nothing
only lazy expectations and trash
only crazy expectations and your face in a flash

After your Sun there’s nothing
only this nobody’s land
only this body in no your hand

How many poems should I write
before the star of the morning
returns to my window
and the noisy dragon-fly die?

After your Sun there’s nothing
only this plastic smile
(yes, I want to disappear
disappear entirely of your mind)

How many hours should I waste
before your walked skin
wants to touch me for a last time?

After your Sun there’s nothing
only this self-killed desire
(yes, I want to feel nothing
but the touch of your hands
the day you bury me
the same way you did it the last time)

How many days should I wait
to see you far from my wet skirt
far away from my red blue hair?

After your Sun there’s nothing
only my self-killed revenge

After your Sun there’s nothing
I can’t kill you, I can’t see you death

How many nightmares should I have
before accept you’ve gone
before accept you’ve given to me your long good bye?

After your Sun there’s nothing
only the better-sweet taste of your lips
between my unreal life
and the most real love
that I ever give.

How many steps should I keep
before the sunshine of your words
your beautiful mind
your hypnotizing lips
your lovely hands
your marvellous voice
in my own place want to revive?

After your Sun there’s nothing
only the gift you left:
my own melancholy
renovated
disguised of a sweet calm
a whisper in the blood water
of my instincts and my plans

After your Sun there’s nothing
only the moon sand
only the stardust in my bed
only the echo of a bird
who sings me every day and night
“Girl, I sang you only to play
Girl, I sang you because I wanted your naïveté catch”

After your Sun there’s nothing
only the same wish at night
“Dearest Mother Moon,
Dearest Sister Star:
bring me your son again
bring him to me tonight
(before I fly
to the next dream
to the next galaxy
to the next life)…”

After your Sun there’s nothing:
you lie me, and I must you believe
you try to love me, but you get tire
before my sunset
before I could give you the best years of my light.

After your Sun there’s nothing
I give up…you’re too much
And I’m the Goodish of The Unreal Life.