The sun rises in the occident
and I feel a little bit lost.

What happened to me? I
do not know.
What happened to you? I
do not know either.

I know that I desperately need a
shower, to wash off all this grease
from my extensions which feel like
streets.

I know that I grow old
sitting on my toilet but that Im not
going to die here, eyes on my
notepad or book or laptop.

I know that the rising of the sun
should mean something to me,
but is it my fault if it doesn’t?

Sometimes I see the wind fleeing
through the leaves which catches
my gaze and makes me sigh.

Oh god I need to make love to you.

Under my dark skull the
sea of uncried tears
dropping
dropping upwards
                a stream
                   a river
                     a beam
piercing through
penetrating my bone plates immediately
up
to my deeply hidden
anger issues

I face the white page and
miss you
although you’re lying there only a
few steps behind me,
lying there, with that lovely face you only let trough
while youre asleep.

That face has me hanging
willing to go anywhere,
anywhere if youre there too
lying there with that profoundly beautiful face,
(you always sleep early while I still
read or write)
and youre a little bit resented because Im not
lying there with you - sorry babe but I just cant -
youll have to wait until the deep thoughts of the
night release my poor soul and
let me go to my happy place which
is your warm embrace and your beautiful
smile full of love.

It is a sunny day and it is my prime,
           the next morning,
Bees fly around outside the window after we opened
the shades,
one loses its way and wanders around my
room looking for sweet nectar
but the only nectar in our room
is the sweet nectar we emerged from
last night,
and the bee scares you and a little
scream breaks out of your chest,
I try to calm you down but its too much I see the fear in your eyes
I gently guide the bee outside,
and always tell you how bees are beautiful creatures
although Ive really been stung a lot of times
but only because they felt threatened.

Sometimes I feel threatened too
but this is not one of those times,
I feel safe, the sun in front of me and the big window
(my companion)
and you guarding my back behind me,
humming a little song about the life in the sky
where there’s always good wine
        sounds like paradise to me
feels like what Im living right now
woman...
if you havent noticed let me tell you:

I love you.