tightrope walker
between stars
trembling on my feet
the touch of the man
I never knew



as if my bones
could blossom
while still awake
the touch of the man
I never knew



his hand over mine
longer than usual...
the new moon's light
reveals an old stain
on my pillow



his fingers
ruffling my hair...
the full taste
of blackberries
for the first time


all your promises...
step after step
fearing to crush
white daffodils
lost in a deep forest

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these trees
losing color so slowly ...
it takes only one day
for a strong wind
to leave them at rest