II. (closing)

If I said that I missed you, 

If I said that I still thought of you

smiling across the rug

peering down shrouded corridors

between feathers

bird seed

or prints in soil

it would be true. 

We always feel so different, 

our unfamiliar ropes

fingers finding music through darkness

and hesitation

unsteady, uncertain

in dim rooms that gradually brighten. 

we reinvent, learn to cherish

to thrive in that strange new new, 

that tricky obstacle

ardent question

to arrive at welcome 

at a borderless territory 

at something like us.

If I said that I missed you 

dancing with the flowers 

singing into reflection 

and joy

it would be true. 

Spreading Fire

Related Blogposts

What is erotic? The ability to move between near and far is erotic. The ability to have your sense of self, your self-control, taken away – and to do the same for another person.  The ability to move between control and relinquishing. Between being giver and receiver. To forget that you…

also goes by the name Next Wave. Perhaps she will be Den Melankolske Livsnyder. After her stay at the Academy she still has an eternal attraction to the maritime. She enjoyed the dissolving of time and passed on the intriguing objects-in-space game, – hoping that it will stay on the…