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Tag Archives: poem
Lokis Lektionen: Freundschaft
Es ist nicht wichtig, wie wir uns fanden. Sah Ich dich zuerst? Sahst du Mich? Wenn du willst, können wir Freunde sein, und so viel mehr als Freunde, du und Ich. Wie du mit Mir lachst, lache Ich mit dir, … Continue reading
Autumn Leaves
How can I try to explain who You are — as few ever see You on their quest, bedazzled by smiles, harsher edges, and flames, and the cold flash of steel against flesh. You smile with Your eyes, and though … Continue reading
Never Far Away
I said “Yes” to You and You sent me away. go forth, You said, and learn to wander from the Wanderer. I said “my Lord” to You and You sent me away. there was a long, long pause before You … Continue reading
Bist Du’s, mein Herr?
Nackt liege ich in einem Bett aus warmem Gras, meine Finger vergraben sich tief in weicher Erde. Schau’ ich hoch in luftige Höhen, frage ich, wo läufst Du, Liebster, Himmelstänzer? Mein Herz schlägt schneller, spürt Dein Nahen bevor ich es … Continue reading
Tanz mit mir
ich tanze zerrissene musik wabert durch den raum und in den fetzen suche ich nach dem nächsten schritt zu früh, zu spät, zu groß, zu klein allein und gewöhnlich, aber ich tanze. ich tanze in der zerrissenen musik ist sand, … Continue reading
Aftermath
His fingers heavy on the strings hush now, He says plucking from my lips a single sigh as moonlight bounces off a silver line across His. silence.
Moments of Adoration
When slipping on an icy patch turns into public indecency (skirts flying), I adore You When a laugh that bubbles past my lips turns concerned looks into chuckles and amused smirks, I adore You When I suddenly realise I forgot … Continue reading
The Last Day
Sunlight filters through clouds The eastern window watches You blink away the morning dew Heavy with night The southern window glares Beckoning the fall come closer Near now, fast rushing down Knotted rope runs through Your hands Smoke billowing out … Continue reading