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to lukkede øjne
mødes i nattens mørke lys
blanke silhuetter danser
sanser efter duften af hjem
et helt fremmed sted
yellow bikinis
swimming
under luminous lights in
Spain,
you tasted of saline
and
pink strawberries,
i painted conspiracy theories
on your wet back
using my tongue,
you told me
i reminded you
of
purple flowers in a garden in France,
when i said your name
i sat my lips on fire and
black salt killed
my skin
i know you remember
how the air felt around your
ankles when
i whispered
i don’t know you and
i don't want to
your eyelashes
quakes
against my cheek,
your eyes whispering
stories
to my bones
i want open balconies
and luminous city skies
i want black sunrises
and wet hair
heavy of plants and dew


there is champagne in my heart
when you touch me
there's **** growing inside of my chest
when you leave me
in the winter night
the moon will never stop bleeding
velvet
is this what love feels like?
deep breaths and cold hands?
 Jun 2014 Frederik B
anonym
Søndag
 Jun 2014 Frederik B
anonym
æbletærte og sort kaffe
smøger og kys
blide fingerstrøg på kinden
åh åh åh
kan virkeligheden ikke vente et par dage mere?
lyset reflekterer i unge pigehjerter
med naive sind,
der leger med smagen af grå røg
i nattens smalle gader
den ældre (u)ægtemand
vender hjem til en fortabt stilhed
og drengen med de krystalblå øjne
smiler nervøst på en kold trappesten
mens kvinden med kashmirtørklædet
maler en streg i månens skær
og gemmer sandheden væk
i en lille guldæske, *** ikke lukker op
Muse me..Choose me...Make me one
Queen of the Moon King of the Sun
Poetic scenes ****** dreams
Words strung together showing what I mean
Scorpio mind..Heart full of lust
Lay by your side till I turn to dust
Born a fool I dare to dream
Detective solving true loves scheme
Emotions put on the firing line
Execution swift from a sharp mind
**** me..Destroy me..Treat me wrong
Use me..Confuse me..Make me strong
Give me pain I want to feel
Too much fake I want the real
Seeds of flowers I have sewn
So beautiful oh how they've grown
Muse me..Love me..Make me more
Reborn a Phoenix's heart will soar
Burning up I become the flame
Balance my emotions to maintain
Muse me..Fuse me..Help me create
A language for ALL to communicate..
M.A.N 5-5-14 My creativity reaches a new level when I'm mused..
 May 2014 Frederik B
James Joyce
Gaunt in gloom,
The pale stars their torches,
Enshrouded, wave.
Ghostfires from heaven's far verges faint illume,
Arches on soaring arches,
Night's sindark nave.

Seraphim,
The lost hosts awaken
To service till
In moonless gloom each lapses muted, dim,
Raised when she has and shaken
Her thurible.

And long and loud,
To night's nave upsoaring,
A starknell tolls
As the bleak incense surges, cloud on cloud,
Voidward from the adoring
Waste of souls.
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