Without touch

Teach me how to love Without touching you Without wanting to be a drop of dew That soaks into the capillaries of a leaf

Line of sakuras

In the morning I see you in a whole new light. I sense you with a dream-like feeling in a surrounding that echoes faraway birds, where you’re looking away. This is a special place where you exist; sitting and reading alongside a line of Japanese sakuras in a Brazilian rain forest, where Indian elephants roam

She worked and worked and worked

She worked and worked and worked and… Fizzled for nothing

Ice storm

Your body, collide with me; Shattered zillion pieces of Sharp crystals… And smoking ice. Pulverized snow Scratched underneath fingernails Appeasing The core marbled lattice That’s numb and blazing Stinging, arid Never melting, Sticking and breaking. The weight of our solid embrace Heavy The gravity, uncompromisable. Raining sleet While the world freezes, Freezer burn Between our

Slipping away from my life

Slipping away from my life, Is all things that I want Getting farther and farther Making me clench tighter To what remnants there remain Which look changed and never the same Putting me into deep despair That there’s nothing to hold, but there’s everything there

Hanging out with a firefly

She’s so dull during the day, but comes alive at night. At times I don’t know what to do with her during the ever so long hours of the afternoon. She just hangs around my side; we don’t talk, barely have anything in common. I almost loose interest completely. It almost becomes a burden; the