Thursday 16 February 2012

A vision of the kitchen floor.

Let me run my fingers on your back
And carve my nails into your skin
Let me caress you, hold your breath
The trip is long
No rush, no rush
Let me tiptoe on the kitchen floor
Where you lie naked and drained
Even desire has left you
Let alone fame
Let me carve my nails deeper
Till drops of your blood appear
On pink clots formed on your skin
Your drops of blood taste like fresh apples
Maturing under sunlit summer trees
Your drops of blood
Running on the edge of your lips
So inviting, so inviting
Let me caress you, hold your breath
The trip is long
Too long
Too long

Tuesday 14 February 2012

Sandstorm from within*

It is snowing sand today
Small golden flickers
Sparkling up with every sunray
That doesn’t reach the ground

Sand flickers absorb sunrays
Creating a new substance
That has an existence of its own

They are a contradiction
To everything natural
To everything real

It is snowing sand today
And the emotions in my head
Sparkling up with every sunray
That doesn’t reach my soul

Sand flickers absorb sunrays
Leaving my soul obscure and hollow
With an existence of its own

I am a contradiction
To everything real
To everything natural

It is snowing sand today

And I am no longer there.

Thursday 2 February 2012

(tran)scent*

I sent you a morning kiss

And evening has come
Without a trace of you
Or few pale traces …
Remaining in my mind
From a time spent high
On the scent of dawn
And that of your skin

I inhaled

And the scent was carved inside me
And the scent transformed
Into colorful threads
That keep lingering inside my mind
Way after our bodies split
The scent transcended
From thin air, it materialized
And became part of me

Inside, I can still feel you