Not the Pyramids of Egypt nor The Taj Mahal,
But
To touch and feel,
To hear,
To see
To smell
To taste
Laughter
And above all LOVE
18/1/2021

The setting Sun,
An empty beach,
Sand on my ****
Waves kissing and tingling my feet,
Gulping wild salty air.,
Nothing but happiness.
20/1/2021

somehow
i go on
simultaneously
knowing and ignoring
that you still love me

I want you to see her-
but she winds, unwinds
on an old question-hook
she is pinned by it.
spins around and around.
paper-windmill - razor wire,
every rotation more freedom.
remove her for you?
no. she’d bleed-out in the knowing,
and a tortured dancer is better
than no dancer at all.