Poetry

White

What place is born tonight
to weave
a song with
your sky above

Somewhere on the moon

Tonight I drink
a tall glass of sparkling wine

Sea salt

Like your glass eye
I see what comes and goes
from the depths of you

He, who lives in my room

You live in my room and sip my tea
It’s evening and 
I can inhale the fresh aroma
of a popular darjeeling blend

Companions

They start for the long road
and stick to each other
ready to share their stories
but between them
no secrets are possible

After you left

You were my lover
you lived here for years, and then
you set our past on fire
and left

Straight lines

I watch them quietly 
they are everywhere
whichever way I turn
whenever I scan the rooms
to understand more
they live around corners…

Desire

All I need is your body
that’s all I bargained for
and if you smile through those beautiful eyes
perhaps I’ll consider you kind
but if I ask you…

Summer talk

It seems the trees
and the fruits
are talking to each other
there is an underground pact
which is whispered deep in the woods
you and I…

Twenty years ago

a long night of delirium