She sits there, fingers twitching erratically
Hands clasping, unclasping over each other

With the sunlight fracturing through rippled eyelids
I imagine I can almost see right into her eyes
Like paper soaked through with tears

But then she lowers her head
Shoulders sag from her weighted thoughts
Rays now falling to her ocean of hair

I wouldn't mind
But I can see the weariness she feels

She sits cross legged
But yet her back is weathered with unlived age
Her half smile barely reaches her lips
And her eyes

They're closed to contain the break lapping under her lashes
They're closed to trap the tears threatening to become lakes

They're closed and I don't mind
There's never a shortage of her to immerse myself in

Now it's her hands
Her hands are still moving
Wrinkles disturbing the still waters
Visions of waves promising to drag me down
To suffocate me among the depths of all I love of her

Trust me
I won't mind

Love.
Love is not a box of chocolate
that you can eat, digest and pour into the toilet.
it is not a flower that dries or rotten in moldy water in the vase.
it is not a piece of a cardboard with a painted heart,
Which lies in the bottom drawer,
As long as you do not make up your mind to throw it away.
Love is not a one day in which you're in panic sweep from the store shelves all
Which, according to the companies and corporations are best fit the description of deep feelings.
it is not the teddy bears, candles and **** lingerie.
Love is not red or pink.
It does not smell of marshmallows and roses.

My love is rather black as coffee and ashes.
It is probably transparent
As the monitor screen through which I read you and your thoughts.
It smells of books and smoke.
My love makes each day meaningful
but turns life into nothing.
Love is not the ability to see all the flaws and be willing to accept them,
But the capacity through a long time still do not pay attention on them.
My love is a jump into the abyss, holding hands,
not unclasping them, even when a clash with water breaks your legs.
Love is not a merging into one,
but the opportunity to be yourself.
Love is to let your beloved breathe calmly,
Even when you want to bind him and keep  him in your basement,
If only he was always there.
Love is the ability to cope with yourself when you're drunk and your hands are reaching out for the phone.

No, love is not a one day
or a lifetime.
This is at least the part of life,
But the most striking and sad.

Therefore, today is an ordinary day,
Such as tomorrow, the same as yesterday.
And I love you today, no more and no less,
the same as tomorrow, as well as yesterday.

Rocking back and forth, the words
so gently expelled from her lips

"Sleep little one, I will hold you in
your sleep,

A tear fell like in slow motion descending on
the face of the little one, unmoved it falls further.

"Now you slumber now you are at peace,
"Mummy will always be here holding my dearest,

"Five minutes earlier,

As they walked hand in hand, she looked down
at her baby girl, her world shone with a smile.
A momentary unclasping as excitement of what
was seen. Only a moment that in seconds became
an eternity, then the noise dust and screaming.

"Mummy, mummy it hurts,

"My baby, Mama is here, ill hold you tight never fear,

"I'm cold mummy, I feel tired,

She cries out for help, but every where is chaos.
All that is seen is others holding, helping dearest.

"My little angel mummy will sing you to sleep,*

"Sleep little one, I will hold you in your sleep,
"Now you slumber now you are at peace,
"Mummy will always be here holding my dearest,*

And with those last lingering words she is gone.
A mother cries tears of a heart now broken in two,
moments that are everything no longer to pass.
She sits there rocking her baby, tears falling silently

Give me stone lions
Guarding library steps
Grey gargoyles
Watching the city
As she sleeps
Keeping what secrets
They can keep

From dreamy children’s
Sighs
To crying bums
Bleeding on
The ground
As strangers walk on by

Give me the darkness
Echoing in each heart
The missed beats
Leaking valves
Because all hearts
Our broken
Even if we don’t
See it yet

Give me the lustful *****
Of teenage hormones
Hand flashing
Fastly unclasping
Drunk with ****** energy

Lastly give me the ghastly
The horrors
The violence
Give me the nightmares
So I can make poetry
Just give me something

The only time you ever called me beautiful is when your hands were on my chest,
The only time you ever told me how lovely I was is when you were unclasping my bra
The only time you told me you loved me was after you came
That’s all I ever meant To you
Have a sad ***, baby

Sing sing to me again
Lullabies would sooth my ears
My hair would soften back
Sing sing to me again
À la claire fontaine
Milk used to slide down my throat
Used to, used to
Play with your nails
That would sooth my nerves
Oh mami, sing sing to me again
Maybe I would sleep
Your tender tender voice
Makes me cry and weep
I would recall those years
I used to rest my eyes
Wake them up again
And see the world
Painted with colors
Stuffed with glee
Like one of the big bright toys
I used to sing along with
You used to sing along with
Oh please sing to me one more time
I hope to wake up one day
In the midst of the hay
I would look up at the sky
And watch these birds fly high, so high
They would seem to pierce the stretched end of our end
And your voice would echo through their beaks
A thin needle would set it all on fire
Reflecting the last melted rays of sunlight
I would smile
And breath smoke through my nose
Fill my lungs
Till they go numb again
Till they deflate
And I would have nothing to do
But wait
For them to flatten and slacken
Like Dali's melting clocks
I would mistake my blurred vision with the dotted birds, with the blotches smeared upon your apron
The echo of your silence would never fade away
I would kiss the void, unclasping me from you
Knowing that it is finally time
Time to say goodbye

Lies in a tank
Awaiting his fate
Mind is blank
Last crustacean
To enter that ***
Boiling water
Bubbling hot
Once a creature
Of the seas
Protective armour
Spine filled knees
Sharpened claws
To hunt his prey
Ocean bottom
Now far away
Eyes swivel
Dark as coal
Survey the scene
Helpless hole
Staring in
Whilst looking out
Human diner
Picks him out
Gloved hand appears
Grabs his sides
Fruitless battle
Twists and writhes
Arrives at ***
A helpless soul
Unclasping fingers
He's let go