Did you see the diamond in your eye
Did you see the stars that fell close
Did you take the scent like a piece of jewelry?
to wear, in its own yearning
like its existence in a room
Longing for it’s loss
a future displacement
Of a space
Which still is willing
For some time to come.
Nothing except presence
Important will seem stubborn
Like a smell to find you
An absence in a moment of
An event that lacks its expression that you never gave
Wanted to know
Wanted to be
Wise waters the existing gently.
Breathing in an attempt to exist
moisture from your evaporating, fanned the heat away
why enclose me in your cramp
tears traces a wound to exist
did you choose to move close so that your symbiosis would be your mirage
seeing in your unobserved eyes
a longing when you swallow me.
In a force that blows away old shit and dust
that cleanses every nook
Jumping into secrets and falling out in freedom
come as we travel
to another future space
and create perspective.
Like a stubborn child- why?
the answer is delayed against the white wall to find
delightful as a cracked mirror
the weight, I play in featherlight down
a laugh from your forgotten happiness
my second self’s teachings whispers in its pirouettes
it is an act of love
creaking from the escape
Did you want to know what a tracker does
do you want to know how emotions accumulate in corners and things
where thoughts saves their creations
as I see, you want to know how the body communicates without words and feelings
how one morning creates a day and willingly extinguishes at night
do you want to hear the sounds of a vanished echo
a realm of thoughts rooms witnessing the questions that you wear
could a glade in a forest watch over his brothers
swallowing the air for a day and invite your breath
tracking spores of molecules in a sacred pact
all that is, is all around
and there inside
the traces finds me.
he lets himself be embraced by the heat that dissolves knots
wants to let his meaning brighten
what used to be is now just water
washes away the desire of the past
like toes gently walking in the first summer-gravel
sun in mind, like a peace of recycled time
in an innovative aurora.