Monthly Archives: December 2015

A snowman 

That knows

The taste 

Of cold. 

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Silence

Silence,

Sweet as music.

Where the gaze,

A kindling spark. 


Yours

Felt before it’s heard,

A beat closer than your own. 

Grows, what love has sown. 


Electric Blue 

  
Under electric blue,

Desire and a restlessness 

For the wordless touch.  


Air

Lips in search of lips 

Fingers pressing into palms 

Sentence left in air.


Air

Lips in search of lips 

Fingers pressing into palms 

Sentence left in air.


Havana

I want to go to Havana

I want to go to Havana

From the swaying palms

To a city life turned grey

So close

Still so far away

I want to go to Habana

I want to go to Habana

The City

Life turned grey.