i may be a demon.
i honestly think we all are.

but its the person that exorcises you,
that shows you love and forces you to fall.

wind and fear,
wind and fear!

la sècheresse.
comme au désert.

thirsty.
thirsty!

drawn in distance,
a blurred spot.

yet i am
the wilderness itself,

a rush of light
across the dunes,

a whirl of singing sand.
and you know nothing.

Friday night
And I am at Hello Poetry.

What else?

words words words.

in what language
could we ever say
all that we mean,
ever be seen?

silence thus glides.

a shore for stranding.

I swore
you were an
engravement on my heart.

I loved you from
a distance,
short of a stop.

You left,
without a
note left in my
pocket.

I have torn
ideas of what we
were and what
have always been.

A flower
that will never
bloom again.

Your touches
are burns on my skin.

A sting that will
not fade.


You were an engravement
that was never on my
heart,
only a memory
on my
skin.

I only live once

- only once,
unrepeatably
by a worldly me,

- only once,
in a delusional me.