New day

New day

Morning
I love you
I desire
you are my.
In noon already
I hate you
for every your word
for every glance.
Evening
I kill you –
I grant, that reluctantly –

Then pane funeral
on long there is no time
sold on scrap-iron knife
It will be already unnecessary yet

I go to sleep
it will be yet tomorrow also
New Day
P.S. This is my picture (oil) Tittle “Angel or devil woman?”