each burial
is hope for a new beginning
the dog buries his bone in the ground
hoping that one day he will feed on it  
birds bury eggs in nests
with the hope that they will produce chicks
I bury bad news in the middle of wordy sentences
with the hope that it will not immediately hurt
I bury memories in my heart
hoping that one day when remembered
my heart will no longer bleed

it is not possible for me to use "the newly-wed" words anymore
the honeymoon with life is over,
there are no love words
or passionate looks or hugs
Life just hugs to choke me with as much anguish as possible    
life will not spoil me ever again like you did when we had our honeymoon

to wash away the remains of the
wild tides
the wind needs to re-blow gently
and the waves need to tame the sand  
through kind caresses
untangling the dried out mosses

Ask me not
dare I tell
in a nutshell
I am unwell
farewell!
on us doom
has been spelled
we have been expelled
though having done no wrong
... now YOU are all I long
for. Singing our song...

The Venus in my veins  
is dying every second
before giving birth to anything or anyone
In a love-less, infertile abstinence
through a prosperous lack of desire
a set back beauty and an overthrown victory

You really hate it when I text "bye"  

because you feel like I am parting away from you

I will never, ever say "bye" again

if  we ever reunite

reattaching to the beauties of life
is when you chop the onions with a sharp knife
to bake your grandma's homemade shepherd's pie
the recipe that you will teach your kids before you die

fully feeling things and awakening the senses
is possible through the tasty smell of the fresh herbs behind the fences
when you take out all the raspberries painted fancy plates
open a bottle of red, full-bodied Chianti and set elegant dinner tables

everything is like it used to be  
under the willow tree
we all there were free
then died he