The melody of your touch
still sounds on my skin –
it‘s the reflection
of what‘s perfect
in here –
sunrise
and your breath
on the pillow.
The garden of freedom
in my lungs
makes me infinite –
from now
until I forget
how to love you
<>
how to love me –
I‘d find it again
under water,
without any hidden symbols
we speak clearly
in our dreams
you wake up –
I stay
and it‘s sad
you don‘t hear
how I‘m sharing my night stories
with strangers
under the blankets.
Hold my hand
under the water
let it go
not to sink –
say something
sharply
– I‘d survive it –
Your pulse
after the storm
beats like a million drums. –
Strange rumors from the neighbors:
they heard me last night
(thought/though I wasn‘t there).