BT_Sensing Perfectly

[ mixtape: here ; — (sweet
and scary; as the perfect touch)]

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CONTOURS OF YOU

We can see the sky, a crooked moon
is broken and almost sober
Between loose planks of the roof
laid down before our grandfathers
stars are burning
The water stirs
moving us
Through the slim columns of light
black contours of you seduce
this doesn’t mean
I’m suicidal
nor does it mean
I respect only hunger
not by any measure
I’ve always been in love with black
no point resisting
a burning desire
soaked with congenital sadness
Of the two of us, who is the haunted siren
and why are our eyes getting muddy-
hearts are going clean like never before
explain that
now that I’m here
as I said I’d be
won over by your drowsy eyelids
I’m not judging this random summer
it shouldn’t hold this madness against us
nor our savage states of mind
set to some perfect song

About Mehmed Begić

Mehmed Begic (1977) was born in Capljina, Bosnia and Herzegovina. He studied South Slavic languages and literature at Pedagogical Institute of Mostar, Pedagogy, as well as comparative literature at the Faculty of Philosophy in Sarajevo. He has completed none of the above. Lives in Managua, Nicaragua.
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