A tear comes with each poem
    written on the earth

Even with a happy tone
     a tear comes with each poem

I don't like hot days
Neither beach party's
Even less heat and sweat

But it's been so long
Since the last time sun kissed me
I even enjoy the feeling
Of melting wings

- Icarus, I do understand you a bit more today

What if every little thought
That lives inside your head
Instead of hiding away in there
Was spoken out, was said?

Would you be embarrassed?
Would you hate your mouth?
Would you rather be mute
Than let the truth come out?

What if every little thing
That people thought of you
Instead of being tucked away
Was heard, was listened to?

Would you be ashamed?
Would you cover your ears?
Would you rather be deaf
Than let the truth come near?

And what if every image
That passes through your thoughts
Was freed from its prison
To roam until it rots?

Would you be disgusted?
Would you look away?
Would you rather be blind
Than see your thoughts at play?

The young will shade their fallen progeny
The land traveller is halted by the sea
Revolution will eventually fill every street ..

settle down with me

in this quiet night
let's make-believe
this space is ours
cuddle me in--
under the blanket of stars
place your hand on my thighs
melt all of me with your eyes
hold me in your arms
i want to get lost in your horizon
and trace constellations
on your precious skin
with my trembling fingertips

settle down with me

in this cozy backseat
let's explore the vastness
of the galaxies within us
while our heartbeats
dance around each other's orbits
want me like the sun longs for the moon
search for my newest secrets
like the lonely planets
waiting to be discovered--
press your lips to my neck
collide your mouth against mine
come, love, leave me breathless

settle down with me*

in all the universe
we made our own
with every touch and every kiss
we find peace, we built home
let our souls fall
in love again--
fast and hard
like the stars
crashing down,
like an explosion of light,
making this moment
an infinite night.

Meet me in the afterglow,
When the soft sun sets on sandy beaches,
Cerulean blue sea water, filtering through pebbles,

Meet me in the afterglow,
In some quaint American suburban town,
Where you can speed down roads lit by neon diner signs,
Which drip their colours onto the rain-soaked pavement,
Leaning out of the windows,
Wind in our hair,

Meet me in the afterglow.