shyly touched, softens a kiss
dance upon the tip of your tongue
clinging to the tip of mine
vapor, breath, secret warmth
you taste of coffee ´n caramel
lipstick marks… I miss them most
I use to leave your cup to keep me
company till you´ll return to me –
till we kiss again, till I taste you again…
Across the table, a lonely cup
with lipstick marks on the edge
and I´ll never see you again.
I’m in love with the morning star.
This is not only about me, my stories, or my search.
It’s about the sky and the stars, and everything behind that deep blue void. Behind that distance, the stone cold space, deprived of… meaning?
That’s not right.
It isn’t the lack of meaning.
Continue reading “the name of the morning star”
The school yard was going to be a graveyard.
Preparations took two whole days, and a couple of men had been hired to empty the library.
I watched them slowly pile up manuals, maps and books. Considering the size of that heap, it was going to be an impressing fire. The library must be empty by now… I sat in my classroom, staring out of the window, observing the coming and going. Men throwing books across the yard, smoking, drinking alcohol.
Continue reading “ink on ash”
His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to him there are
a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.
As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.
Only at times, the curtain of the pupils
lifts, quietly—. An image enters in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
plunges into the heart and is gone.
Continue reading “the panther (by Rainer Maria Rilke) – and its claw marks on me”
the guardian angel you´ve requested,
is now available. Please select devine guidance, and
set account to self destruct
at times a small lake appears
in the middle of a big green carpet
where woods peg on basalt cliffs –
dazzling shards of dark blue pointing,
fangs getting into soft dreams
dropping, falling, plunging
into pearl white tears of the moon
clustering in the hollow
of missed heartbeats
pic by Nick Jans, Romeo