Thursday, August 21, 2014

With only this one dream


Ireland: this looks like a dream!

Understand, I'll slip
quietly away from the noisy
crowd when I see 
the pale stars rising, blooming over
the oaks. I'll pursue solitary
pathways through the pale
twilit meadows with only this
one dream: you come too.

Friday, August 01, 2014

Absence

My love,
we have found each other
thirsty and we have
drunk up all the water and the blood,
we found each other
hungry
and we bit each other
as fire bites,
leaving wounds in us.

But wait for me,
keep for me your sweetness.
I will give you too
a rose.