to be behind the door
beyond the door to exist
be and exist
be behind the door together
coexist with
door in hand in hand
my door was spinning like
existence and how being

to be behind the door
beyond the door to exist
all forever be behind the door
forever forever wonder how I have
my hands were spinning in my hands
being existence is my being
the creature of the door behind the door I stood
in blizzards as usual in the hands of the living

27.12.18

Shine against cool winter’s skin
Breath in place of crackling voice
The room has been awoken with footsteps
Behind a veil of black the eyes are left hushed
She felt him, electricity buzzed
Silently
The motions felt swift, though lingered on cress
Little glimpses, flashforwards to each motion
Sparks
Electric candlelight burns at edge
The eye of the hurricane ascended
Lifted
She felt him, his hands like silk
His touch greeted her, she fell
Into the skeleton of the room
Confined to their space of absolute
Stars outlined edges, moments left to soak
She could see without sight
Each spin of the record
Each hum of the base
Comforted by quilt, entangled in skin

don’t pretend you can’t feel my heart
pounding through my shirt.
don’t pretend like you don’t know that
I tremble every time you’re near me.

I pretend that you’re just a friend
but you’re the ecstasy that runs
through my veins.
and I can’t pretend that
I don’t love you.