rainbows and razorblades

 

the hand of Adonis
is withered and
cold

love is a fish
that cannot
swim

there has been too
many sunsets
and not enough
sunrises

the Eiffel tower bows
in defeat

we are rainbows
and razorblades

a chess game
always ending
up in a draw

you, with your mongrel
dog ferocity

me, with my sudden
cold intellect

there are wars...

we got that one
right

there are victories

there are defeats

but we never could
arrive at an endpoint

either blinded by
the colours of
rainbow passion

or ripping each other
apart with razorblade
words

and somewhere in
the middle
Paris
cries