MIRIS

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Kad me napolju dočeka lep i sunčan dan, posle uporne kiše, imam želju za stihom. Mrzi me tada da pišem prozu. Ne umem da objasnim zašto je to tako, ali eto, nešto u meni tada peva. Kada to nešto peva, i samo ja mu čujem glas, javi se ta neobjašnjiva želja, da tom glasu podarim stihove. Evo kako sam te stihove pretočila u pesmu, u mirise, u jednu sveću, koja je još sinoć dogorela, a to me je asociralo na nešto, što opet ne umem da prepričam, ali tu je, šunja se, tera me, grize me,

                                              Opija me

                                              Ubija me

                                              Tera me na

                                              Još

                                              Miris voska

                                              Izgorele sveće

                                              Cediio si ga

                                              Po meni

                                              Kapalo je

                                              A nije bolelo

                                              Boli tvoj

                                              Prezir

                                              Tvoja

                                              Pohota

                                              Moja zaboravljena

                                              Izbledela

                                              Lepota

                                              Boli

                                              Tvoj miris

                                               Koji trune

                                               U meni

                                               Koji pokušavam

                                               Da zadržim

                                               Ne ide

                                               Nestaje

                                               Gubim

                                               Tebe gubim

                                               Sebe jesam

                                               Odavno

                                               Dok se sveća

                                               Gasila

                                               Dok sam pogledom

                                               Molila za pomoć

                                               Dok je moj krik

                                               Gutala noć

                                               I miris

                                               Opojni miris

                                               Voska

                                               Nakapan

                                               Po mom telu

                                               Po ožiljcima

                                               Koji nisu zarasli

                                               Koji su samo nekad

                                               Mirisali

                                               Na tebe

                                               Na mene

                                              Na spas

                                              Umrli smo

                                              Ostao je samo

                                              Misris

                                              Da nas podseća

                                              Kako smo

                                              Postojali

                                              I ugasili se

                                              Sa dogorelom svećom

                                              Sa mirisom

                                              Voska

                                              Isceđenog

                                              Po  mom telu

                                              Bolom izmučenom.