and in the flight of a butterfly I went
I went far after you for my love
and in flight a butterfly magical starry
I went to you my love
to you that left me last summer

and in flight butterflies through birches of oaks
through apple trees and many other places
through poland through america through galandia
and even through red red china
to you my butterfly striped like a zebra

and the star floats in the sky as if in milk they
but is not it so and everything is so
we live are born and die in milk
and milk I drink it every morning for the morning
and I think of you my love left in the summer

29.07.18

I’d rather
not leave
the gentlest
touch of
my bed,
for I have
found a
home
within
the beauty
of silence,
everyone
whom has
passed in
my life,
their words
float in the air,
feather light
and softer than
the cloud of
my pillow,
I wish to stay
here, with
a cup of
honeyed
milk, and
drown in
the thought
of you.

you liked your coffee black
no sugars, no milks
just black

it’s sickening, you once said
bitter’s the only way to go

i didn't quite understand it then
but i think i do now;

i guess too much sugar
isn’t good for anyone;
much less a boy
already made of molasses.