Inside your love.

 

Sunshine sparkles in your eye
looking for any small detail;
you catch, think out and emit,
mess up my rules a little bit.

You refuse with all your nerve -
I wear my frown and you observe,
then embrace my leg and lay
your ruffled hair; what can I say...
 

You're my little Mirror of Truth,
my wisdom and my lost youth,

only give what you are given,
place yourself where you're driven.

So I get on my scrawny knees,

"Don't be sad my baby, please"

Put my hands on your pouting face,
find the solace in your embrace.

Sunshine sparkles in your heart
when you wake me up if I'm apart,
holding my hands like you were me,
Goddess incarnate, you're just three.

Children are the light of the world,
and they can't explain - but they unfold;
precious stones embedded inside
pushing strong grievance aside.

Paper boat.

 

I promised
I'd have given myself another chance.
I swear
I'm not into, try to balance
the leak.
I fall apart with the second glance
and I know,
all I can argue makes just no sense.

I miss you so and can't control my mess,
pay attention - or the world shall do it for you;
I am so smooth in words, so tough in threats,
so tiny in your heart so weighty in your mind.

I count
my ribs as I count back the days
I've been feeling
like a paper boat prone to sinking
in the ocean;
"...must be the Spring", that night I said,
but Summer came
and our edges stopped linking.

It hurts so much but I found the way
to get through this, guess what's the news?
The vilest way to anesthetize the pain:
when I lose my youth, you also lose.

I stomach your fear so nude,
your game tastes raw and rude
but She seems to overwhelm
when joy expires its term.

This blank's so evil to feel,
the one you created - and deny to fill,
inside your mind turned into weighty,
inside your heart now I'm so tiny.

And I
just want
to disappear.

Digest.

As I get thinner

inside yourself;

as our picture loses
its importance,
little by little
fades;

as you close the gates
of your empathy

and you implore
for my health
to digest your guilt,

my dear,
I can just love or hate.
There is no grey,
this is what you say.

If you can't contemplate
this puny figure,
please tolerate.

Omen.

The voice suspended by momentary blaze

I fall silent - you dare,

and fingers make claim within hungry gazes.

You hurt - I stare

at your sincere eyes and mouth

ajar and confused,

your tongue - knotted to my words.

I wish nothing more than this moment,

I take - you overflow.

Our mutual past has never been so present,

you scratch my arms - I know,

now your hidden lacunas get into my bowels,

I feed and you fill me completely

as our limbs entwined merge

we've learnt through pain, now through complicity.

We are alchemy

we are the echoes of stars

we are destiny

we are perfect bizarre

and I'm gonna miss it,

soon

I'm gonna miss us.

Cuddle.

Take me where I haven't been before,

but never drag me;

cuddle my fears immured in the core,
but don't deny me

with all my broken pieces

and every attempt to stick them.

Ask me all you need to know,

just trust on our perfection;

show me all that you need to show,

never dissacrate the intention,

what we can build - what we could reach;

use some violence delicately.

I'm here - nowhere else I could be;

uncover me, but do it softly.

Delight.

Far away from the promised land

I dig holes so deep inside my chest

to find a reason

for being happily caged,

and I've been so stupid,

and now I crave but I am afraid...

Can't help probing your beautiful eyes:

I lost my freedom in ages, there I see it;

it's a delicate warmth,

makes my senses grow.

I'd throw myself in your arms

taking back the protection I gave.

You dear breath curls this sadness

so it becomes mountains, flowers and water

and freshness, and I dance like a feather

falling gently until it finds its soil.

Carried by the power of the oncoming Spring

all my centres open to your delight,

there is no sin for the prisoner heart

who desperately tries to break the grate.