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Poem

Luuk Gruwez

Girlfriends

Sometimes I lie upon her bed,
with breasts stripped bare, an idiotic stare.
She has no clue how fully she is mine
once she has gone to someone else.
I fill her sweaters up with her
and in her panties and her bras
I sniff her most accomplished lovers:

we crowd together in her underwear.
Outside, snapdragons and lobelias,
but every hour that I wait for her
I leave the shutters closed. I bleed. I burn,
act midnight all day long.
I smoke her king-size cigarettes,
apply her lipstick to my lips

or smile her brilliant toothpaste smile.
Today’s a stifling day in June.
I want her to catch me in the act,
want her sugar breath to brush my buttocks,
want her stilettos deep inside.
And want her to hit me at long last.
I’ll feel all her girlfriends as she strikes.

 

Vriendinnen

Vriendinnen

Soms lig ik op haar bed met opgetrokken rok,
mijn borsten bloot, mijn ogen idioot.
Zijn weet niet half hoezeer ik haar bezit
zodra zij naar een ander is.
Haar truien vul ik met haar op
en in haar slips en haar beha’s
besnuffel ik haar beste minnaressen:

wij zijn met velen in haar ondergoed.
Daarbuiten staan lobelia en leeuwenbek,
maar alle uren dat ik op haar wacht,
laat ik de luiken dicht. Ik bloed. Ik brand,
vier middernacht de hele dag.
Ik rook haar kingsize sigaretten
of doe haar lipstick op mijn lippen

of lach haar lach van tandpasta.
Het is een broeierige junidag.
Ik wil dat ze mij straks betrapt.
Ik wil haar suikeradem langs mijn billen,
haar naaldhakken tot diep vanbinnen.
En dat zij mij nu eindelijk slaat.
Al haar vriendinnen zal ik voelen.

 

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Girlfriends

Sometimes I lie upon her bed,
with breasts stripped bare, an idiotic stare.
She has no clue how fully she is mine
once she has gone to someone else.
I fill her sweaters up with her
and in her panties and her bras
I sniff her most accomplished lovers:

we crowd together in her underwear.
Outside, snapdragons and lobelias,
but every hour that I wait for her
I leave the shutters closed. I bleed. I burn,
act midnight all day long.
I smoke her king-size cigarettes,
apply her lipstick to my lips

or smile her brilliant toothpaste smile.
Today’s a stifling day in June.
I want her to catch me in the act,
want her sugar breath to brush my buttocks,
want her stilettos deep inside.
And want her to hit me at long last.
I’ll feel all her girlfriends as she strikes.

 

Girlfriends

Sometimes I lie upon her bed,
with breasts stripped bare, an idiotic stare.
She has no clue how fully she is mine
once she has gone to someone else.
I fill her sweaters up with her
and in her panties and her bras
I sniff her most accomplished lovers:

we crowd together in her underwear.
Outside, snapdragons and lobelias,
but every hour that I wait for her
I leave the shutters closed. I bleed. I burn,
act midnight all day long.
I smoke her king-size cigarettes,
apply her lipstick to my lips

or smile her brilliant toothpaste smile.
Today’s a stifling day in June.
I want her to catch me in the act,
want her sugar breath to brush my buttocks,
want her stilettos deep inside.
And want her to hit me at long last.
I’ll feel all her girlfriends as she strikes.

 

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