Number 21

Finches melting,
the knot of longing arms,
band now my waist,
squeeze me
with your care.

Barefoot,
I am riding
the glass line
of the Equator.
pour me wine,
let me clean
the corner of your chest,
you did not bring
any armor.

Turn my face,
point at my lobe,
suck out
the thoughts about you
this skull
is trying to conceal.

My forehead staining the window:
pointing at
patchy meadows,
smeared clouds,
touchy mountain ranges;
still I am overjoyed.

Just because I know
that this
is a prelude to you.

 

 

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Number 20

Rise!
     I’m standing already
     I didn’t see you coming
Do you want me here?
     What am I now?
Can I hold your hand?
     Please go, bring your affections with you
     I don’t need any
Are you angry?
     It is my face, it can’t wrinkle in a smile
     Why does it hurt
I brought you chocolate
I brought you an addiction that doesn’t bleed
     I am sick and tired of compassion
     Please wake me up
Do you think you are the only one?
Don’t you think I’ve thought about it too?
     I didn’t consider the now
     Now that it all returns back to me
I mean I’d never, I guess
Did you mean it?
     How fun
     It’s sunny today
Please let me believe you were asking for help
     It feels warm on the tip of my nose
I would have come anyways
     And it is November
I would have swiped your troubles away
     I thought it was winter already
I would have at least tried to
     Those flowers next to my bed
     Have no roots
Try to let me in
     You are not my family
Yes! Look at me
     I feel cold now
Don’t ignore me
     Get me the blanket
Why did you give up
     Those blank spaces
Take, you are shivering
I still need to fill
It is never too late
To be happy again
     With more chapters of a life
     I am afraid to continue

 

Number 17

Overcoming the present to reach it,
now that the moment is steady,
still,
melted,
under the afternoon summer sun,
while you find yourself jointed onto the grass,
grounded,
part of the circular whole.

Consider your little being,
– the sky is so beautiful
Reach it and love it,
then think it,
shout it loud,
“I’m gonna die now!”

Silence.
And while lingering on the wavy poppies,
you’ll feel your heart bursting in your throat,
that you did not.

Number 16

Forget this city,
feel amazing
try always
to kill it

but slow,
don’t panic
act perfectly,
humbly tremble
silently admire
the grand, the empty
the crowd

and if you stare the sun,
brimful of sparkles
stinging your skin,
wounding,
forgetting previous pain,
let them stag you,
skewer of memories

and if it’s sunny,
you can do everything
and if it’s sunny,
and there’s a patch to sit on
isn’t it just great?