"I know what conscience is, to begin with. It is not what you told me it was. It is the divinest thing in us. Don't sneer at it, Harry, any more - at least not before me. I want to be good. I can't bear the idea of my soul being hideous." Oscar Wilde (The Picture Of Dorian Gray)

16.2.11

APOEM

orange

I
cinemas. clubs. parks.
beaches. cafeterias. college libraries.

pain, sadness. depression.
why all of This -

why Now?
why hear the voices you hear?

why Here?


there. there you go.
love, death. love, death, love death love, Love
stop. -

I want you inside of me
I want you -

I want your misery, your depression, your

pain,
come Here.

there. there you go.
in a room once Orange

you love me? sure

I Love you too.

will you still want to hold me Tomorrow?
will you still want to kiss me, caress me, fuck
me?

Fuck
there I go -

in a room once Orange


II
you love me?
in a room once Orange?
how about Real life -

will you still Love me tomorrow?


I have never made love in a bed before.
in fact, I have never made Love

before

cinemas. clubs. parks.
beaches. cafeterias. college libraries.

pain, sadness. depression.
loneliness -

why Now?
why hear the voices that you hear?

why Here -


in a room once Orange

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