It may hurt
I whispered sightless in my mother's womb
feeding on someone's air. breathing wavessounds
blurry eyes shining in the dark
and it did. it did hurt so badly.
freedom – a terminal illness
a guardian to put us in chains
a word – spring – to replace the others for the remaining years
stitched together
absences. no one to learn the multiplication table
of your soul
death wait for me. you'll be there – lonely and vast –
in my last dream
you've told me there is no symmetry
and you are right
for a heart can only be equal to itself
blood – thicker then silence
all I ever wanted
your arms – winter trees waiting for their leaves to come back
from the unknown deserts
birds with no names. melodies on the go
I will wait here for a ship to come in
my eyes making day out of night
you me and others like us – blind people
hoping for their past lives to start
love don't come here
here is everything you did not expect
whispered poetry. so little courage
oh dear words bring me some joy this morning – meant to remain
a forever morning of dandelions
and herbs
shhh do not tell him I love him so much
do not tell him I cried all night
the mighty wind
caught by surprise
