Loved ones never wither

Let me love for a while
a second that strikes for freedom, existence whispers
ensures
I fall down on a bed falling, asleep and saying
important willing we
I love, I love you like never before in this reverse
the room’s squares saw the dissolved walls of the forest
in fractals, nature entered
I am free you said and fell into sleep where we shared
a body, a thought, an honorable gesture
that the very existence shows
waking up in the dream, whispering proudly that the war is over at last
a flower is left
a thought got stuck on the wallpaper, shrugging away
throws away
fall for you, fall for the knowledge
Here, only here, am I now.

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Wishful living

You stayed there
as a fleeting thought
a floating fog waiting to fall
the cautious pressure is insistently close
like a bud’s desire to burst
it was still in the present
a soul’s longing cramp to reach through the fog
still,
like a second of a wave
that folds and begins to collapse
nothing
there’s nothing to describe
and yet a skin’s pores steam so close
as close as a distance can give
in a lingering question.

 

Girl on rails

 

 

Into a vacuum

The north wind did not manage to wipe away the sin from the tormented body
tried desperately to dress the naked, ruthless wind penetrated the marrow
in a shout of chills
hands trembling like leaky branches
the cramp was thrown back into a dark room
in a childhood friend described
the pale blue cold whispers stubbornly
sucking the power out of whining body
to pass
to recreate
a virtue buried
It was you and your intrusion that created the image
firmly etched shape of an icicle
Yes, scream the chorus in fierce heart’s struggle
It was the rebel in an infrastructure that took the sharpened pen
similar to a historical form
in a war that began

and never ended.

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