Tektime

You distract the young man and the old man in the same way.

Your philosophical postulates: sex and revenge.

Who saw you legitimize your beauty,

but now they are clergymen or they are in the asylums;

ergo, I've talked to the harlots.

One night, drunk with love, I caught up with you.

I found you black as silicon

and I was pale as a pond

that will reflect the moon of your sex.

Suicide is the purest form of love.