To all of you who meant so little
I wish I could take myself back
And I don’t mean the flesh-
‘Cause flesh is ours to be given-
I mean the soul, its wonder-spark
That burns out
For every heartless kiss.
March 2016
soul
Promises of the Flesh
We embrace hastily
Fumbling for words
We can´t say yet
It´s too early for promises
And yet the waiting
Is ripping me apart.
We fall into each other
Wanting more
Reaching for a piece of each other´s soul
Like it was tangible
Like you could measure it in words
Or in prayers
Like it wasn´t just a hidden spot
Like it was out in the open
Up for grabs
If I kiss you more
Stick my tongue down your throat
Breaking down barriers
Unleashing the torrent of desire
Will you stop for a moment
And look into my eyes?
February 2016
Trembling
My flesh is trembling with desire,
I reach out for you
And smile a crooked smile.
My alter ego
Bursts into laughter
She takes her full red lips to my ear
And says “get yourself together,
Pleasure is pain and you know it.”
And then she laughs again
“This will only leave you naked,
As soon as he´s torn down your guard
He´ll step on your soul
With dirty rubber boots.”
I answer her defiantly
“No pain, no gain!
I´ll give it all, once again
Like I always do,
I never tire,
It´s how you play this game.
Let him have my heart
Rip it all out
If that´s what it takes
I´ll try my hand at it.”
February 2016
Encounters
To all my fast encounters
With whom I lost a bit of my soul
Trying to squeeze love
From damp wrestlings of the flesh
Telling myself it was the only way
To feel alive, farewell.
I was content just listening
To your sorrows
And sucking a bit of your sap
Until I realised you´re green,
You´re as green
As an unripe cherry.
February 2016
New beginnings
Let’s hold hands and eat oysters
Talk about silly stuff,
I like the little things the best.
I’ll wear a pretty dress for you,
And let the soul be naked,
You seem to be the kind that stays
But then again,
All men seem enamoured
With me in the beginning.
February 2016
Like you love me
Kiss me like you love me
Is my favourite line nowadays
It works, but then it doesn´t.
I want you to see me for my soul
Not this pretty shell
Love my nakedness, baby
I don´t want to grow a skin.
I should learn how to be by myself
Shouldn´t be hard
I kind of like being alone
It´s just me I´m not sure that I like.
January 2016
Romania
I was inspired by Amsterdamming´s amazing post on our mother country and thought I´d drop you a couple of words on our national day. Romania is the country of my birth, the one that outlines my outer frame, as well as my innermost parts of my soul.
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