Tuesday, February 24, 2009

blink

 
Your steps are small
but the distance they create
puts me 
at the other side
of your world

***

before sunset I had a coffee  
with drops of milk
and now 
I can only think in 
black and white 
***
As he walks in the room
my shoulders rise to greet him
my neck sinks in the hole of my shoulders
to touch my belly 
and ring
all the bells 
inside
but 
he,
he is already
 gone

I Surrender


Standing between
two windows in a huge room
you touch my face 
you put your hand 
on my knees  
and I surrender 
to the night
before we go back to sleep
-you 
in the frame of my dream
me-
 in the sweet emptiness of this existence