Medium-Well by Me

Below is the Edited version of Medium-Well (by me)…. Original (by me) here –> https://bayart.org/medium-well/

You said my Love sounded premature.

Well, that’s how I like my Love: Rare

Rare.

You must like yours Well-Done?

Cooked through.

You’d never get sick.

No risk.

Just chew.

I like my love Rare.

I want to see Juice.

Running.

Fire

Red

Passion.

Blood.

At least at the beginning.

I’m not saying we can’t cook it through.

But I want to start with some Blood.

I remember the last night I saw you.

Your heart felt cooked.

I could tell.
Not the week before.

The week before – medium.

One night it was even medium-rare.

Glowing.

Sprinkled with Psilocybin.

But that night, that night you’d been through.

I can’t uncook you.

I can try to cut through.
I might even get somewhere.

But, I’d hurt myself.

Tough hearts aren’t easy.

I’m not that sharp.

And then,

Then

After everything,

You’d still be well-done

But I’d be injured.
Even scarred.
God forbids it.
He told me.

I’ve heard rumour though:
That hearts can be uncooked.

I don’t know how.

But I’ve heard tales.

The only catch is…

You have to do it yourself.

I bet it’s expensive.
I couldn’t afford it.
That’s why I’ve kept mine Rare.

But you!

You have time!
And you have money!

If I were you I’d look into it.

I’d fly to India, Tibet, Holland or Dubai.
And ask if anyone knows a guy.
That knows about a Rare heart.

That I could trade in for mine.

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Love Scripts

Human beings have so much excess love that we write songs about strangers.

We create scripts about unseen beings.

That’s allĀ ourĀ Love.

Rather be a Rock

I want to write.

For You

But I’d rather write

For me.

I’d like to open the pages

And Breathe.

But I still feel pressure

So much pressure

All around me.

Pressure to speak.

Pressure to reply.

Pressure makes Diamonds.

Diamonds make our brothers die.

I’d rather be a rock.

I’d rather be a Rock.