#279 Second chance

Love. A second chance.

Like knocking on an open door.

#277 Where love begins

Like stone carved by waves
your mind is shaped
out of reason.

Your weakness lies
where love begins.

#270 My man 1.0

I was missing you.
When?
Before I met you.

#267 Soon

He’s going to be here
with nothing left but bare skin.

– And while in this freezing summer
an August day ends –
I wait.

Soon. He will be here

#266 Rain

Rain pouring down,
water flowing and covering
what was left of a memory
aiming to sink into the past.

#265 Back from a trip

Looking at things, staring, observing.

If money has a price then it must be pretty low.
For your eyes to see.

My glasses won’t help.

#264 A soul

And it’s in my giant body
that lies my soul.

And in my sleep it flies.
And with my words it breaths.

#263 Ode to a woman

You took him
and it’s ok – and yet dare to say
you are not fit for family.

Of course you are not:
there’s no invisible shit
– as you declare to be –
Shit just stinks.

#259 A whisper

I’d rather hear a whisper than a scream.

And if I do scream
it is in a wide and open place,
since that is the only way I have to whisper.

#258 A sparkling fire

An other month is gone,
yet winter scares me less.

Not because I’m braver,
but because – this time –
I’m feeding a sparkling fire.