No one knows
the precise moment
when a fantasy
goes from momentous to ordinary
but everyone knows
that desire is part absence,
part acquisition.
–
I found myself
everywhere I went
and I lost myself
just as often.
It was you and you and you
which took me
the very edge
of my skin
and broke me apart
like a watermelon.
–
Where was I born
and into which darkness
do I nightly succumb?
These little deaths
gather in me
and out of me sprouts
an entirely new way of being.
–
Today I am the sun,
tomorrow the moon
and one day
I will be the flower
in your fist,
the delicate silence
which echoes
between a lover’s confession
and the fatal last kiss.
–
I just randomly wrote this, took about 2 minutes, no idea where it came from I wasn’t even planning to write a poem just now
Photo by Klara Kulikova on Unsplash
mindlovemisery 