I keep imagining obscure
little ***** tickling
your eyes
the air is dancing
wildly as your trust is dressing
in a dark place
my mother won't look
and all I need is a stare
her hands glow
disapproval is too great
to only be feared of
love, don't you know
I fear of the side I'm on
to a shaky trace,
follow milky orders
it concerns the prince
when the room
is in lack of mirrors
it concerns the sleepers
when outside gets quiet
and thinner are edges
on which I so love to
sit alone
don't you know
love, come and carry
my heart
as your own.