to be precise

To be precise
I remained silent
And you sent me to school

Now
After thirteen years of exile
I scroll, come to you
With hysteric antagonism
Where you sleep alone vivid
Punctuation I feel the need of
You…

Pause…
‘Comma’
Pause…

I am stranger to your body curves
Fluctuation of your frustration knows me
I sit in European fashion and
My reluctant saliva melts down
To your unexplored body
Dryness where no one kissed you ever
My barbaric tongue keeps searching
With mild gesture…

Wind lashes cold upon your sexual inferiority
You go riding…
Up to psychic Philadelphia!
With all dogmas shattered
Only silence prevails ejaculated
Tilted oldness’ mockery
Sounds like snake’s hissing and
The tiny crocodile, gecko like solidarity
Beckons, Speaks with me
In the language I’m most comfortable with

With beheaded growing
I a grown up celebrate
A juvenile delinquency and
So on…

And, to be precise
The school bell rings.