28.8.15

Like the wild grass


don’t save me
as I run through this vast meadow
facing the horizon
with my eyes closed

In these empty lands I meander
calling upon the moment
where the tangerine sky
meets the grey of infinity

where
you–

see me
like the burning sun
which glazes my skin
leaving an imprint of its gaze

hold me
like the ground
which doesn't shake
when I move

love me
like the sea
with enveloping waves
always throwing me off balance

meet me
where my feet are planted
like grass
harbouring the falling dew

think of me
as nothing more or less
than a song
especially written for you


and let me fall back
to the ground

as I am not
like the wild wind
sweeping you off your feet

I am like the wild grass
which grows anywhere

and except holding the soil

offers nothing

7.8.15

what's left of us

I found remains of us
in the visa bill of our last dinner together
it is one of the things
that's left
of us

I scanned it carefully
memorizing what you and I ordered
remembering its taste
as if there was something in the detail
tooth picking my heart's cavity
as if it was the first of the last from
what's left of us

I will plant the bill carefully
in the files of us
with everything else
hoping to find it again
like those flowers I kept
in my books
always finding them again
with their colour changed

in the fading mirrors
of our sea
where like a receding hairline
the water retreated into a mirage
leaving only a few broken shells
always changing form
blurring the remains of us

there is no adjustment possible
from what we thought would be
as what's left of us
is also the ever after frame
carpentered by the high tide
of the excesses of us

From the oozing molasses of my heart
there will be sunshine soon
bursting into perhaps a honeysuckle

which i will water
hoping maybe that someday
there would be more than just an empty shore
that's left of us
where
you and I
will no longer be
us