Havet giver mening for mig
Da det forklæder sig
Som skønhed og rolighed
Men narrer den der vil udforske
Med uendelighed og ukendthed
Havet giver mening for mig.

der er altid en usagt samtale
mellem os når vi mødes
jeg ved at du kan analysere
den måde mine øjne kigger
på tusind ting på én gang
og du ved at jeg kan
læse hvad du mener
når du bider dig i læben.
vi er svage i vores stemmebånd
men vi har universer
i vores hoveder
derfor betyder vores
sammensyede læber intet
så længe vi kan
snakke og grine og kysse
med vores øjne

Even among a thousand wild plants and blooming trees
I could never be more at home
Than between the dying flowers in your window
And your collection of foreign coins
Taped to the wall like distant memories.
“They’re silly” you said
But when you told me
I saw more stars in your eyes
Than I’ve ever seen in the sky.
When I noticed your lips shake, you simply told me:
“I want your thoughts in my hands
So I can mould them and shape them like sunflowers”.
I wanted you to know everything about me.
The shape of my tongue.
The feel of my elbow.
The taste of my smile.
So I held you for hours while you tickled my past
with your presence and promised me
that the eternal sunshine in my eyes
Would never die.
In the morning I ate eggs and carrots
While watching cartoons.
You were naked in the kitchen
Trying to spare me the harm of watching you smile
You know that your smile
Would create a burning fire in my chest.
We danced to the sound of your kitchen radio.
I wanted to feel every molecule in your body
And every frequency in your voice.

I longed for your skin
Because it felt so warm the night before.
You smelled like oceanwater
But that’s because you shower in cold water.
I know that.
I know you.
I gave you my heart and soul
The day I met your lips beneath the icecold winter moon.
“One day you’ll fly and leave me” you said.
You knew I had searched years
For wings to carry the weight of my heavy thoughts
Your wings had carried all my hopes
And all my fears and all my knowledge
I had sewn them into the feathers
To make room for unfinished poems in my head.
You know that.
You know me.

My unforgivable love for your mind
For your fingers between my ribs and in my hair
Made it possible for you to lift me
And make me soar without any wings of my own.
“That’s okay” I said.
“My feet on the ground are what give me reason
to love someone who already soars”.
You then kissed me aggressively.
Wore my entire life story on your skin
And carried me to bed

My eyes were as vivid as your lips
And we were heavy and sweaty
And utterly exposed with naked feelings
Entirely and unnecessarily obsessed with each other.
Combined in endless kisses and moans
And that morning we created a world
Were you were the only truth I could have ever known.
You flowers died that morning
And so did your love of my missing wings
And my ribs and my hair
You only heard the sound of my thoughts cracking
With images of what would have happened
If you had lent me your wings.

In your absence
I am strongest
It is here I most often
Resist the urge to scream
But therefore I swallow my screams

Your eyes creates images
Of a man and a woman
Who could have been united
In an ecstasy
Of cigarette smoke and sea air
When you look at me
My lips and my limbs are paralyzed
For I am spellbound
By the stories of your eyes
By how happy
The man and woman is
And by how much
They resemble us

Your lips create fire
I burn myself when I kiss you
But the pain
Nourishes my frozen veins
And give warmth
To places in my body
That never before
Have felt heat
And when your tongue
Follows my body
You put me in flames

In your absence
I am weakest
It is here I most often
Resemble a hurt dog
Howling without a reason




to M.P

You are more beautiful tonight
Than usually
Your contrasts and your shadows
Are stronger
Our stories are written
Beneath your nails and in your lips
I can read it all
Without difficulty
Because you let me study and understand them

You are more beautiful tonight
Than usually
Your details and your shades
Are moving
My thoughts are floating
Between your tears and your pupils
I understand why you are crying
I know you
And you are most beautiful when I study you



To M.P

Dit bryst gav mig tryghed
Det var varmt og jeg kunne høre
I din brystkasse
Et hav i bevægelse
En skov i blomstring
Og rytmen i dit hjerte
Gav mig mod til at give efter

At løbe væk med dig
Kunne have været en realitet
Vi kunne have overgivet os selv
Til hinanden
Vi kunne have danset
I skinnet fra hinandens øjne
Men i stedet
Løb vi væk til et univers
Hvor vi ikke var venner
Hvor vi ikke var mennesker
Men hvor vi blot
For en stund
Var to skygger forenet
I skæret af månelyset

Jeg fik næring af dit bryst mod mit
Du smagte af efterår
Jeg ved at jeg smagte af regn
Men du formede mig efter din krop
Og fik mig til at smage af forår

Jeg kyssede dig hårdt
Det var min frelse
Du dyrkede min tilstedeværelse
Det var din overgivelse
Til mit ønske om uendelig intimitet


til M.P

You created
the feeling of immortality
when you kissed me
to that song the both remember today

We were untouchable
and immortal
alone in a universe of sounds
we both remember today

That night I blushed
I blended in with the sheets
but you considered me a queen
and I considered you a king




to J.P

my greatest achievement in life
has been
to make you want to kiss me

the sweetness of your eyelids
and how your lips are always dry
the iceblue contrast to your pupils
and your lazy ****** hair.
all the stars and all the gods
sigh when you laugh
when your pale fingers dance when you speak
when the snow lands on your nose.
how I would give my veins and my lungs
to study you like a map
and live under your chin
for just a brief adolescent period




to P.L