Friday, October 10, 2014


In these sleepless hours
you visit me
you lay your head
on night’s black shoulder
and caress the wounds
My open eyes
listen to your tired stories
a mouse running on its wheel

Morning is suspicious
there are no guarantees, after all
The white noise, a siren
In the stillness of this night
you accompany me
as I race to the end of myself
Why do you jump up and down
shouting at me?
You evade my seduction
Light the candle
while I sing you a lullaby
Close your eyes
Your silence is much too loud
as you breathe down my neck

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