Encounter by Czeslaw Milosz

We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn.A red wing rose in the darkness. And suddenly a hare ran across the road.One of us pointed to it with his hand. That was long ago. Today neither of them is alive,Not the hare, nor the man who made the gesture. O my love,Continue reading “Encounter by Czeslaw Milosz”

A Type of Wisdom, Maybe

Fascination seems to me a typeof Wisdom.Lost in the awe and maybethe wonderof Ordinary thingsLike how she singsintheShower.I hang the clothes outto dryin airthat shouldn’t be thereAccordingtoRationalityI shouldprobably digest the requestto lock my soul upand guesswhether he wants my tongue on his dickor myassIt’s an ordinarysortof wonderat the strange ways we twistactions and behaviorsinto mindsintoContinue reading “A Type of Wisdom, Maybe”

Sugar Lips

In honour of International Women’s Day, may I introduce you to ‘Sugar Lips’? 😉 If you haven’t already, please follow me on Instagram, or spread the word. It’s so appreciated, and not expected ❤ To anyone reading this, I hope that my intention for today reaches you: May you and your family be safe.May youContinue reading “Sugar Lips”

Move On Girl

The anxiety and guiltpushes up throughmy ribsI breathe outsome generic liesthat tripon my lip–I haven’t practicedfor this–As my time draws closer to an end withyou and thissituationdraws more blood,than, perhapsit should,A friend reminds methat I owe no-oneanything–Still, a part of mewants to prostrateat the feet ofan ideology, I don’t fully understand –I think this isContinue reading “Move On Girl”

Language of my Heart

I think thatSometimesThe right wordsDon’t comeWith the right feelingInsteadI try to tell youSomethingOnly I can feelIn a language made By manIn a language thatIs not theLanguage of myHeart -A.A. @nyxilotbiscuit I don’t talk often about the feeling of loss that comes from not knowing my native language fluently. I don’t talk about what it’s likeContinue reading “Language of my Heart”

It felt like disappointment

I guess it felt likeDisappointmentA sort of new freshOld baggage DisappointmentLike I’d sprayed FebreezeOver an heirloom blanketThat kept me warmAnd excited to buryIn it for a timeI guess it felt like DisappointmentWhen I realised I couldn’tAsk for moreFrom you. I’m still definingHow it might feel To ask more of myself.I don’t think, that thatWill everContinue reading “It felt like disappointment”

Goodbye Coffee Cup

It took me a secondTo recognise that the toneOf our storyHad changedThere was no rhythm in myWordsWhen I eked out theDrama through laughing lipsMy hips are shapedTo this chair whereOnce your lap held meAnd I tried to squirrel myselfDown into a shapeThat would please you moreIt took me a secondTo recognise that the toneOf ourContinue reading “Goodbye Coffee Cup”

In a moment

I took a momentFrom the palm ofYour handYou knew, didn’t want to understandForever’s not granted to usOnly this momentary love Slip me the warmth of your kissI’ll miss you.Show me this, momentary loveI’ll miss youHold me when the dawn lifts up,Before you leaveThis momentary love I took a momentFrom the palm of your handYou murmuredContinue reading “In a moment”

A poem of fire

Someday I’ll write you a poem of fireYou’ll be crying to the nightAbout the desire that you severedFrom your heart when the old shellBegan to break again and again Someday I’ll write you a poem of fireThat will turn your tears to steamIn it we’ll scream togetherVeiled, so they won’t see our faces twistAnd askContinue reading “A poem of fire”