Monday, January 18, 2010


My body-
It has been raising.
raises in temperature,
raises in happiness
raises in misery gone gold.

My hands -
You remember my hands-

"Your hands- so cold"

I always asked myself-
Have I fallen in love with illusional time?
I Try to gather the heartache-
You discover the sounds of departure-
through my eyes so transparently opened wide.

Coming together to feel.
your born guardian.
You appear to me as a moving form of vitality.
My body seeks for his reason.
You seek for the naked in me.

I think I'm starting to understand what this feeling I constantly left neglected in bed slowly- means.


In response.

I always know when you are coming down my street.