I sat backwards on my donkey
to see my beloved riding his
I clung to the ass's tail
while eyeing him
As I realized it would take me centuries
before my weary eyes would see love
again at the end's tale being an ass
I held a knife and slicest my wrist
The blood that should've run out
it froze, as stubborn as an ass
my soul it refused to give up
any life even without a love
Yet out of that suicidal freeze
all of a sudden a warm love
burst and she manifested
in my life never to leave
Her knife twisted me into a blade
of fresh green grass of nature
like food for this donkey, my
beloved master rode, I am
© 2021-12-12 / 2022-01-11
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