6 months

the way you look at me –
fantastic as we talk about it.
I can see you scanning,
scanning me with your superiority
as you glare at my entire body
for an entirety, grinning
I wonder what we could do with that
so I’m waiting.

I can’t wrap my head around it
and I can’t get it out of me…
the insanity makes me believe
you can dream of us
so possibly
maybe, possibly, you understand
you can control the uncontrollable:
me, I’m waiting



carve your power in my skin and i will never cover the scar
as i kneel beside you, i will trace my finger upon yours
to get a simple taste of the softness of your palm
where i stand.

devour my words with all your might as you have before
listen to my glancing and my pleading as you shatter me
drink the milkish water and pretend it never happened
or just sit down,
and listen.


knocked out

the night and your vulnerable being
make me shiver quietly
the sun goes down and the fire shines
the glimmer in your eyes after a glass
or two, or three, I cast
my shadows as you said, leaving
no goodbyes for me
no touches and no words,
just your eyes.


declaration / deadly

I loved you because

I thought I had you when I traced my fingertips
and lined with love your timid cheeks,
but I suppose it wasn’t for us to be
as how it felt to have your arms around me
when I cried.

I thought you’d be here to take in my smile
as you kissed me in front of the silver moonlight,
but I reckon it wasn’t for us to be
as how it felt to have your breath beside me
while I lived.

so I stopped, but I still loved you.


momente de suspans

o dezorganizare a clipelor mă face să-mi amintesc
cele șase luni, pe scurt
o sută optzeci și cinci de zile, pe scurt
patru mii patru sute patruzeci de ore
de când te-am pierdut.
Însă clipesc
și risipesc
în mod alert
o dezorganizare a clipelor ce mă face să te iubesc.