it was this copper light drizzle
sinking in our pupils
(suffocating in each others’)
turning everything into
yearn, dream and typhlosis.
ah I could have begged
I could have crawled
and ripped my senses
(purpose, reason and despair)
and howl to this atrocious god.
he still wouldn’t even look at
still would even mutter
about all this yearn, dream and typhlosis.
& first sunlight.
I could never close my eyes to light.
But there was no light
& you looked like night.
Our arms laced together,
over wind-tossed grasses.
Us: waist deep in night blue.
i thought you could see past my skin
and guess my raspberry bones
i thought you could see all the diamonds
but never stared at anything else but at worms
take a look at all these feathers
you stepped on
with your new boots
and take a look at all these eyes
you spitted on
with your new guts.
take a look at all this fear.
With my lips
I silently wrote on your skin our love story
You had no idea
why you’d get goosebumps at times.
there are times when you don’t
and so you are
diving deeper and deeper into your world
where the buildings are made out of foam, clouds out of sorrow and eyes out of shiny little
there are times when you just don’t
manage to come back home
but you continue to crawl
in your anger well
and spit your desperation to others
there are sad times.