he came to me
saying, stand up, and
tears rolled in the night
for the words i had to chew
tasting of angel songs
in between worlds –
I still feel his kiss, it’s
as real as the smell of ink
upon immaculate pages,
a loving promise born inside two wild hearts
fingers’ concealment –
he came to me
and the light melted
and the words
turned to fireflies
(by me)
~~
inainte s-adorm poemul era mai frumos, versurile erau mai cizelate. acum stau intoarsa in scaun, cu fata in palme si ma uit departe, dincolo de ziduri, pana la tine. cat o s-asteptam iubirea mea, pana o sa ne strangem in brate si-o sa ne sarutam, cat pana nimic nu ne va mai desparti niciodata?
