*artwork- via mulfingered.tumblr.com
does my silence hints i am serene at last?
knowing that i use words only to describe the absent.
reality check time has come
what an eye opening,
i laugh and tear
such a cute couple we are
we manage to fool them all
so eager this time it works
we are using blindfolds day and night
to keep the doubts of despair out
and in – these shallow lights
of hope and trust and warmth.
*artwork-“angels in waiting” by libby mills via libbymills.wordpress.com
it’s me, waiting on him
till he wants to tell me his story
this building is shivering
and can be broken down
with one simple word
whispered inside out
whispered because it needs to be shouted
and blind eyes will become green
and deaf ears will heed
and mute mouth will break silence
*artwork- from “hedgehog in the fog” masterpiece animation by yuri norshteyn, 1975
|he says “i love you so much”…
does he acknowledge the burden?
the rules are unclear.
thus, my love is entwined with your guilt.
i make you sip it, in swallows you are able
i thought. and i missed.
you ask for mercy and i am letting go.
hedgehogs in the fog
so curious, but then
disturbed, choking on ambiguous fears,
made up tornadoes and delirious tremors.
we watch scary movies,
you laugh as i cover my eyes,
yet you hold me closer.
it’s all about tea, raspberry jam, and stars.
*artwork-“intimacy” by svetlana ziuzina via artmajeur.com
|maybe because he does not speak
i am mute again.
comfortably embraced by silence.
listening to the music of heartbeats
instead of uneven rumble of words.
we hold hands in our sleep
and i let him kiss my face in the morning
and make a dinner. for me.
simple things used to be so complicated.
but now i rest.
and i let him touch, where no one did before.
*artwork- “intimacy” by derek murphy via derekmurphyart.com
|our bodies have a secret
so now we’re sealed
with a disease. until it’s too late
and the words can not wait inside
anymoreyou remove the dirt under my nails
as easily as you melt my disquiet
and as i run fingers through your hair
i get rid of lice
as easily as i wash your long day away
we’re filthy little animals,
(anti)socially grooming each other,
when no one knows and i hide
in my own bed, where
both you and me give birth and devour