She tastes like
a hot
chocolate
On a cold
Winters day.


She smells like
Freshly washed
Bedsheets
On a chilly
spring day.

She sounds like
The rain on
The window
On a rainy
summers day.

She feels like
The wind in
Your hair
On a windy
Autumn day.

Having known war and peace
and loss and finding,
I drink my coffee and wait
for the sun to rise,

With kitchen swept, cat fed,
the day will quiet,
I ******* fifty years
here in the cup.

Outside the green birds come
for bread and water.
Their wings wait for the sun
to show their colours.

I'll show my colours too.
Though we've polluted
even this air I breathe
And spoiled green earth;

though, granted life or death,
death's what we're chosing,
and though these years we live
scar flesh and mind,

still, as the sun comes up
bearing my birthday,
having met time and love
I raise my cup -

dark, bitter, neutral, clean,
sober as the morning -
to all I've seen and known -
to this new sun.

My pillow knows
My pillow is the only one who ever heared the echo's of the screams I never screamed because the unknowing are asleep
My pillow knows
My pillow is the first witness
to all my tossing and turning
my lies about having had an awesome dream
My pillow knows
My pillow knows I sometimes bite it
to stop my ******* tears