Michael

Michael...

What a name!

Are you going to pierce my demons inside?

I do remember

yes, when you sighed "kiss me"

and I started laughing out loud.

But then you struck on that stone

over there,

syncopated rhythms chained everywhere

that even the sun turned about red.

Michael…

Where are you playing now?

Did you know it was a mistake

to swim into my deepest pains?

I complained.

Yes, I did.

But you never listen.

I did not want to be your woman in red.

Again…

Anyway.

You and your battles, Michael…