simple words

sweet be the clumsy love
my darling

moments in which
the man found
a woman growing up in him
as a child

I carry with me this thoughts
as inside anthills

nobody sees
when
we love

yes
we put our body ground bars
to not go with our bright soul

I tie up
words from words like a suicide

from love into birth my hand
too short to reach you

is alive
the nights when you whispered to me
now I want you to be
make love
to
blessed us

I polished silver cutlery
cheap obsession
on my soul edge

alone I can do nothing

I laugh
practicing greatness despair

when departures time are
and I do not expect them

you just
just fancy
as
seagulls peck the light
and we cover our dreams
with shallow nights