I'd love to
Live on
An artic island
To watch the snowflakes
Move across the water
To cover you
In white
Feel breezes
Truly ice
See skies so
Friendly they
Smile so
Threatening they
Growl

Tip toe in
Stilletoes I
Make my way
To De Bananenbar to
Buy where I
Was sold

~

I thought I should explain this poem a little bit. De Bananenbar is a nightclub in the red light district in Amsterdam, hence "to buy where I was sold" is talking about prostitution, which I think should be legal everywhere. If someone wants to sell their body to someone they should be able to. If you don't like it I don't care.

I write your name
Over mine
Hoping that
Like the letters
Our lives will
Intertwine

A remnant of
Coffee breath comes
From the
Anxious man
Behind me
Yelling at
The teller to
Hurry the **** up
He's paying good
Money for this
Crumpled train ticket that
Is taking him away
From his wife and kids
To be with me
In secret.

My childhood was
Filled with
Glass floors
So I could see
How far it was
To fall.

What a
Painful polaroid
I refect
On the happier times
And how
Life took
A dark turn
For us
Our white
Smiles gleam
From the paper
And I remember you
And wish that I
Could have remembered
You
Alive

I imagine today
Your eyebrows will raise
When I say
Hello