To all my fast encounters

With whom I lost a bit of my soul

Trying to squeeze love

From damp wrestlings of the flesh

Telling myself it was the only way

To feel alive, farewell.

 

I was content just listening

To your sorrows

And sucking a bit of your sap

Until I realised you´re green,

You´re as green

As an unripe cherry.

 

February 2016