Laying down on me

I predict you to guess me
to make me forget you
I reveal myself in secrets
I reveal my sour ones.
I throw myself at you.
Meteoric blue.

I don't keep a secret
I am the grove
who slept earlier
not to bend over
before the wind
I withdraw in you.
Metaphorical blue.

I'm a tortoise
Antonym, euphoric.
Time is so symbolic.

You lay that face on me
as a pulmonary embolism
eternal terminal illness
as if you were a seed
that doesn't sprout.
For it fell on the rough stone.
You lay that look on me.
Hungry dinosaur.

Lay down…
lay down on me
give up on something that is yours
only yours.

Lay down on me and forget
or pretend you forgot
or, even better,
forget everything you pretended.
Me, under your bed.
I pretend I like...

And in that intended liking
I'll be a being that I should be
or that you wanted to have...
But no, just no.
There isn't any possibility.
There is almost nothing left.
What can be claimed
that was understood
And blows in the wind...

No possible movement.

Not a possible involvement.


PAR