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thoughts, thoughts
running through my head

thoughts, thoughts
as i lay in bed

thoughts, thoughts
at 12 AM

thoughts, thoughts
at 4 AM

thoughts, thoughts
won't go away

because thoughts, thoughts
are here to stay
i want
to feel
your fingertips
trace my skin
to savor
the taste
of your lips
to feel
the warmth of
your breath
on my neck
your hands
caressing my body
to be
entangled with you
in satin sheets
blissfully exhausted
i chose lust as a subject for this poem, something i have never wrote about
pull you close
grab my waist
rest my hands
on your face
kiss you slow
close embrace
lift me up
wearing lace
hands will drift
press and trace
melting with
the sweet taste
love on lips
time to waste
you and i
in this place

s.s
the moment a poet
falls in love with you

is the moment
you live

f o r e v e r
People say that absence makes the heart grow fonder;
But I do propose a more fitting word to use!

Isn’t that absence makes the heart go angry?
Conflicts and clashes, arguments at its best.

Isn't that absence makes the heart go weary?
Your warmth is what I need in this tangled mess.

Isn't that absence makes the heart go crazy?
Only with you, my mind can easily rest.

And yet, our love is still a pretty wonder;
I am yours, and you will always be my muse.
A poem about that infamous quote.
when people are in love
they often say
they simply fell
tripped over their own two feet
face forward
and into the arms of their beloved

i did more than simply fall
onto the ground of your love

you, for me
were an ocean
and i dived
headfirst
roughly
harshly
almost painfully
into the waters of “you”

i knew i could not swim
but i did so anyway
i was drowning
entangled in you
surrounded by this being of “you”
engulfed in this feeling of “you”

and i did not know what came over me
but i let myself drown
i did not try to swim back up
because if i went back to land,
releasing myself from your grasp
that would mean losing the feeling of “you”

and after
submerging into the depth
the love
the passion
of “you”

how could i ever leave?
For days I have been

living without him, but hey --


I cannot skip them.
Novella "Gezien de feiten" ("Considering the facts", 2018, Griet Op de Beeck), chapter 25

Collection "After the festivities"
Could not thou have claimed me, too
When with intent you came.
Took her soul and off you flew
And left I ne’er the same.
An unfinished poem I wrote to incorporate in a story I was writing at the time. Maybe I'll come back to it one day.
A crow sings at dawn,
its black wings split the golden sky.
Who said light must win?
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