Stich the broken window to the
universal laundry clothesline,
wear my decade denim shirt
– love’ache, sweat and twilight stained –
in your everyday existence of wardrobe and being
Words lose their pulse
when i close my eyes:
music seeping in like the
last lighthouse underneath doors
Semen weep, weeping bones,
j’accuse sun’s sermons
and the falling of tears as orphan rain
In this heatwave
senses working overtime,
my only crime is turning your
eyes into hymn sheets,
are European prayers so
solemnly lost in translation?
Holding your poetic hand
In the wanting-to burn crematorium,
and the swallow upon my neck has flown
Red & yellow roses
sky-scraping open petals
towards castles in the air;
become my moat mistress
and I will swim to you
