This-or-That
Can I call you this or that?
That is my question since I met you.
I try to decipher the enigmas of your body.
I've traced many trails on the sand of your skin,
Yet I cannot tell if I can call you this or that.
I touch fire whenever I get in contact with you.
You're a flame I cannot touch.
You're a flame that doesn't burn.
Yet into ashes my heart has turned.
You've drained me, This-or-That
You used to be Somebody; however,
It seems that that was only your last name
When I try to look through the fumes your fire exerts,
I see that face of yours smiling at me.
"This-or-That" is on my mind, yet I only know one name
A name as mine, as shallow, yet whenever it is you who carries it,
It turns into gold dripping down from my tongue.
It is you, This-orThat, the one I seek.
It is you the one that is forbidden to me,
Yet I don't know "Sin-or-Virtue" your nickname could be
But I assure this life of mine
He is the only heaven in the middle of my hell.
DA 2016