(Dedicated to Thorsten)

I see you crying,
Looking through your transparent face mask
And reconceptualizing your mimicry as a spatial captation.

The red liquid still trickles down,
The solid foam packing our feelings.
The cup spills out the wine
Into a heart shape.


I want to turn back the time
And go back again.
We need our infinite,
And want, once again, to dissolve in it.

Around, at the other tables,
People are just seemingly not thinking
As they are reflected in the broken mirrors,
On the walls.
They appear increasingly complacent...


I bring the cup up to my lips and I inhale
The wine, which is very cool.
This liquid seems to make the cup to be hot.
I continue inhaling until
All of the liquid in the cup is emptied.
I feel the yellowish liquid
Like it scrapes my esophagus.

I drink from the empty cup
The visible truth,
Our still untold truth.

I want to lift the spirit
And dance
Our last dance
In the chaotic rhythm of the last seconds.
Yes, I want you to hug me..


But the bar is full of hot human mouths,
When the windows steam up,
And anarchic noises
Freeze instantly my wish...
Steamed water is dripping down your mask.
Yes, I know, they are not tears...


We stand up straight for once
And go.
We break the output
Definitively and
Speechless..

...Words like
Could not be spoken
Or would not get them utter
Or would be exhausted....

I was heading in an opposite direction
To my side of life.
I do not look back.
I do not wonder if you watch me go.
I just know that I will love you
All the rest of my life,
When life no longer makes sense...

Marieta Maglas

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-last-dance/