your warm sorrow edges out,
in tears.
It drops on me
like streams from candles,
sculpting these moments in time.
When lights go out your voice still clothes me,
Your feet chase my steps,
Your evening eyes extinguish questions,
How far you are.
Your eyes, old autumn leaves,
Her sadness washes over me
24.06.07 I swim,
03.08.07 I'm a second hand man.
06.08.07 Trains engulfed by silence
Arles, 02.02.08 I walk deserted streets
Agde, 12.09.08
dark and naked silence conceals words,
your voice does not touch me, and yet I listen.
A seventh sleepless night is yours again,
my dreams which have become endlessly you,
your voice my only clothing for the darkness.
hips brush against desire;
in distance, sounds of drums,
then silence, heels on floors.
Inviting, then denying,
your eyes rest on my shoulders,
your hair smells of the wind.
Entwined like tongues,
our lives have that habit
of lingering in silence.
Remembered moments are paused for years
then precipitate,
like kisses so urgent they hurt.
in minutes of remaining day,
nothing to ask, there's no one left
to wait for.
Just tell me why I love,
I'm wanted by
this melancholy.
How close I am to this sorrow
watching you act out your life.
Because I know you
I claim it's not you,
because I believed in you
I don't believe you now.
are words swept apart,
a waste of love.
Questions unanswered when
with heavy feet I tread on your soft soil,
desire that this water cannot quench.
like this wet Saturday.
Bracing tides that yawn
to engulf me,
I swim in her love.
Her sadness tiptoes hastily
from breath down windows.
Words unsaid would bleed
if uttered now.
sifting through
the flotsam of a lifetime.
Thoughts that seek escape
sinking to newer depths,
beheaded by waves.
I borrow your love
to help me float.
It's only so much air
this buoy you've lent me.
of empty platforms waiting,
arms wide open.
Feeling welcome is easier
in places where no one expects you.
seeking myself.
But you are everywhere.
Winds sweep my words away;
you, a silent witness,
welcome my sorrows.
