First, your face
decked
by jewels
and half lifetimes

Broken vessels
fill your dazed
neck

Your eye and lash
come from this mountain
of granite,
smoke and cancer

from the soil, you cut them
as a fragrant lemon

You let yourself fall
the dust of your feet
empties you,
measures you,
overcomes you
dust by dust
blow by blow
finely
on the snow
of Berlin.

Then, a nest,
of fork
and knife
gives birth to
snakes
and stairs

turquoise step
on which you sing
and pray.

Finally, abysses,
acids, earthquakes,
only existent
in indian dreams

cloak of thirsty
and yellow threads

You let it fall
You go away
to let yourself know
you are exiled
from every country,
from your sands,
from your nation,
from your glass
from your ashes of Paris.

and after a while, all smiles are to me is just a movement of muscles around the cheek and mouth area.

I have read poems about springtime
everything they say is true
the whole season explained in rhyme
every detail uncovered,
except you.

Memories of the walks, enjoying hot dogs and sugared lemonade in the parks
Now a closet, an empty one, an empty house and heart lives on,
Shattered memories of circus fairs and tram cards played -
Lest the joy of salty tears slip of my face and onto the black, cemented ground.

‘oh, how dark tis the air I breath, heavy, a smothered breath it is.
The remains of those past, not yet investing in the calling of his that, and that his.
Leave me, until a later date, another time when dusk and dawn shall meet.
‘Till the sun ripens, arises emerald green, with a smile upon its face and five lines beside it, encircling it
‘Till death does part of me this body, that I may also - leave this earth.
‘Till the ground paints itself with gold, with biblical prophecies embroidered in that ground.  

This journey, once named life now carved, engraved in stone abiding fates decisions -
as if thou life consists merely of one's destiny. As if life, my life tis thought of, precisely.
Possibly, just perhaps, maybe it is.

"I memorized your scent" you said as I walked into the room.
Looking through my lashes, I saw you smirking.
As our eyes met, I chuckled.
"Oh, really?" I replied.
I've memorized yours a while ago.
I've memorized your laugh and your smile.
But I couldn't tell you -- instead I just nod and keep the love I have for you
Tucked away in a jelly glass jar;
Safe,
Hidden away on a shelf in my bedroom.