Bogdan Puslenghea

enthusiasm


let’s meet in secret
drink in secret
fuck in secret
then drink water from my
mouth

she makes a cake for me
tell her I don’t deserve it
let’s drink water from
my mouth

in the dream’s dark
let’s drink water
from my mouth

i shot him in the heart
(it was dark) he
showed me the mark
it was barely visible
let’s drink water
from His mouth

everybody
muddy god of bodies
let’s drink water from my
mouth

prisoner of her mind
her eye her hand
you’re not dead and 
neither the criminal 
in me. The heart
will never know 
‘cause what’s to know…

let’s drink water from
her mouth


First published in OTOLITHS  #31  2013