snatched from their liminal space
lady of steel gaze:
let me learn your native tongue,
iron-clad and cold
i have literally never written a haiku
listening to music for airports.
planes that fly in blue.
still. eternal. true.
colours made of love.
love made of colours.
child of child raised.
elder of elder lowered.
wanting more. never having.
having more. never wanting.
what's this about? you choose.
Dewdrops on the grass
Shudder in the new sun
as they disappear
Do you ever think
of a poem
and you're sure you'll remember
to write it down
but you won't
This is kind of my mood right now.
There was a cloud in the sky.
I looked up and it was a heart.
It beat with the wind and took its time to grow.
You sleep in me. Silent in your dreams.
We dream together of journeys through waters and coffees and stars.
The curve of your nose is like half of a heart.
My nose isn't the right shape.
But you dream on. Oblivious and aware.
I say the words and they echo.
The vibrations fall as I do.
And you catch me. I am light enough.
To fall like a devil into the arms of an angel.
We look back down and into each other's eyes.
The cloud is no longer there.
it's hard to believe that I'm so in love with you