Thursday, August 20, 2015

Breathing exercise

He laid on the couch and
fell asleep with his shoes on
while I, sitting on the corner
of the room,
studied his body
under dramatic lighting.

You figure
first and always
among the things I cannot touch,
like the flying man
and the rooftops
on my favorite painting.

I loved and I love you.
Even when you told me not to.
You push me away,
you tell me to leave.
I am stubborn,
I won't listen.

I've been stashing all the thrill
below my fifth rib
for years now,
it makes it hard for me to breathe.
That is why I have and
will always speak my heart.

Monday, August 10, 2015


In a dream you're so close
all I need is to move my hand
a little in any direction to find your skin.
I whisper your name.
I wake up to it.

In a dream you're so far away,
I don't have my glasses,
I watch someone your shape fade.
I cry out your name,
I wake up to it.