Cords
An island planted in the entrails of the city
Shipwrecked on its shore
I find shelter
Succumbed to a will that is finally my own
A tall fire starts in the darkest corner
And there I call you
I love you
In all the languages I have ever spoken to you
In all the languages we will ever speak
I promised to come
Here I am
Now
Let go
I am free and you are free
I say it loud and clear
In all the languages that bound me to you
In all the languages that set us free
For all lifetimes to come
A rotting carcass
Roses behind wrought iron fences
My parted lips as I breathe through my open mouth
Become numb and cold
Curiously cold
As the middle of my upper lip starts pulsating
Perhaps it rembers being sucked into a kiss
I then sink into my rib cage
A birdcage for my heart
My lungs two beehives keeping her warm
Will she ever break free?
I remember many, many years ago
A foot (I later had to love)
Stepped on it so hard
My ribs broke like a bundle of dry twigs
Under a thin layer of leaves on a forest path
There came a brief moment of stillness
Before something slipped out
Hovered above for a while
And flew off
Was it me?
Be still my stomach now
The night is calm and sleep it wins
But morning comes too soon
The sun doth shine and breakfast comes
May your plate be as full as the moon
And eat thou shall and make no plan
So joyous thou shalt be again
In Timișoara, getting creative when hunger strikes at night. Took the photo this morning on a happy stomach.