I am so in love

that I must confess to her:


I don't write poems.

The flower necklace,

she throws it away, doesn't want --


to be manacled.

Family demands

obedience, love isn't --


invulnerable.

You find me.
In the church bells of a Hozier song,
the sheets that without you feel wrong,
you bind me.
.
You remind me,
of our sunny morning walks,
of our silly grinning talks,
when you find me.
.
You touch every thought,
my eternal leitmotif;
no such battle fought
as with you, my heart-thief.
.
And I want to write words,
tell you how strongly I yearn,
but my mind sees absurds:
so each letter I burn.
.
And I'm terrified, paralyzed with fear;
I dread your heart will cool,
that you won't love me, my dear -
that I've been but a fool.
.
Chasing dreams, all in vain,
as I wonder who warms your bed;
So far away, across the pain,
racing terrors in my head.
.
An ocean between us, worlds apart,
I crave desperately for your embrace.
Yet still I'm silent, intrepid heart -
a grave of sorrow, sans your grace.
.

I was well prepared,

but when you came, it melted --


in my happiness.

Even when the gray
Overtakes the day,
Even when the cold gives me chills,
The thought of your embrace
Puts a smile on my face,
Fond and soft - fog over hills.
.
You are my warmth in the night,
My antidote to frostbite
When life weighs me down.
With you I feel safe, finally at peace;
I pray for the feeling never to cease:
Royal bliss, no need for a crown.
.
And days will keep flowing,
Like waves that we're rowing,
But we'll pull through the storm.
Whatever life throws our way,
We have our quiet bay,
Just you and I, snuggled up, warm.
.

Around your presence,

everything becomes gloomy --


So stay in my eyes!

Our love fills the room
The basso continuo of your voice
conforms and mixes
with the song of the string
that you strike within me
resounding into heaven
- heaven, heaven

I bend my branches
with you, I ripple thoughts
of you all over you
I drink the rest from your cup
pressing my lips where yours
still kiss me, in heaven
- heaven, heaven

Outside the storm dances
something free, it runs away
around the corner, into the night
which we make wait
while we stay here
in the light of heaven
- heaven, heaven

How do you smell, how softly elastic
is your skin, how will your mouth kiss
my heart on your tongue?

Is there any solid ground
on which I am safe
other than under your feet?

Shall I write to you
about your eyes, that
they have cast me down

and I don't want to
but have no other choice
but to wait for you

your gaze on me
a word to me
the tips of your fingers

of which I dream
and cannot sleep
for fear and longing

even in love
with this stammering
of my happiness

I'm longing for him,

to fold himself around me --

wrap me up for good.