Zywa Vodka in his heart

A musician, the handsome dream
of a year ago, still in my head
lying beside me after an easy lay

in the smell of his breath
and the noose of his hand
around my neck

My love snores with tears
in his eyes, and vodka
in his heart

I get up and go
leave this hell of mine
wishing he would be a tiger

knowing I am a panther
and if I had any stripes
I would wear them with pride

Poem 1973
Amsterdam, 2018-12-11

A ruiner (Olivia)
Poem
Collection: Bruises 
Keyword: Goodbye: choice 
Tribute to: Olivia 
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