he got bored of the sound of the waves
he got bored to play the same piano
he got bored to undress an ecstatic body
sometimes too ecstatic,
other times static
he got bored of the hot days of summer
he wanted to feel the cool touch of winter
on his chest
he got bored of the predictable
and the safe place he had
he wanted more
and he had magic in his hands
I had poems only when he put magic into me
this is another thing of which
he got bored…