A flash of lightning got rid of the dark
Long enough for the sickly man to see
More aloe vera would be needed to
Soothe the wounds of his beautiful house.
Grass and tree tops are pointed to the door,
The cold wind batters the fragile window,
And the man knows it will not take long before
The rumble of thunder will break the sky
And clouds will release their cargo of rain
On the red bricks, roof and rest of the house.
Though the man shakes his fist up to the sky,
He cowers in fear
for this Putin storm.
I found a simple thing
in a crumpled cardboard box.
A plastic bracelet yellow and blue
so ugly and old, but beautiful to me.
I used to play the fiddle with her,
but now I don’t know where she is,
nor what she does for work,
nor who she takes back home.
Maybe I would know
if I sought the house for more of her
and find more of those
memories trapped in objects,
memories trapped in objects.
When we bodily departed
We remained deep hearted
Through low and high
And years went by
O sometimes we went
Gave our hearts for rent
To exciting danger
Always just another stranger
Yet it was always clear
Never any need for fear
For as Time grew longer
Our fire burned stronger
Still now do I worry
Darling, should we not hurry?
If not for a kiss
Then, what is this?
Lest our roads remain apart
Honey, shall we follow our heart?
And fly to high above
For everlasting love
there and then
it started with a grin
thrown at that lovely face
carved out with careful grace
with courage found late
I asked her on a date
to somewhere hidden away
where perhaps we could play
so it was in the park
under the chirp of a lark
our first kiss
O joyful bliss!
later her lips pressed on mine
we moved closer to intertwine
it left us in a state
where we were but bait
for Time to drudgingly destroy that feeling forever
every snowflake of another winter
every hidden street discovered
every kiss from different lips
moulds me dissimilar to that previous me
on the basis of life
who I was before
short of breath she listens to words rolling from my lips without a pause as I discover the unexplored river of her veins with cold hands don’t do this stop but continue please yes she shivers as I carry her away with foreign words to frightening heights and unknown lands of rapture and bliss stop talking the world spins your hands and in a moment of wild force she turns around nude and looks at me with an expression of
Thank you to Yasemin of we.love.repeat for being the seductive female voice.
I lied to you and you lied to me and we lied together in a bed of words underneath a blanket of false promises in the room of my heart where it was often cold. There was endless poetry in the tack tack tack of your high heels walking away from the room with the key in your small hand.
I surrendered to a bubble of future words left unspoken.
The room shrank as my heart clenched.
in the rainy days of autumn
the wind whistles your name
underneath the umbrella of my thoughts.
stick to my mind
like a wet leaf on damp earth
brought by cold and dark
wonder why I still see you
underneath the stones of projects and ambitions.
Yesterday I forgot your scent
Your fresh perfume, your natural scent
No longer lingers in my memory
Today I forgot your grasp
My hand in yours, your lovely fingers
No longer touch my memory
As if there is no tomorrow
I try to hold on to everything we had
Tomorrow comes none the less
When distance leaves us
It will all be novel again
The delicate delight of your lips gently trails my throat
I relish the flavour of your passionate touch
As we share our last moments
I am as cold as my blue eyes
But for you they turn fiery red