Friday, March 27, 2009


Secrets you can see in the dark, rubies on lips, glitter instead of blood. White lilies like pale skin in winter. Afternoons of sleepwalking, poetry that cries, poetry that loves. Caresses on naked skin (how i can still feel you inside, how you are part of my body and my soul). All these moments entangle and sing to me while i’m craddled in loneliness. Secrets of cloudy skies, nakedness and blooming flowers. Secrets of a young heart, of fragility and ephemerous wishes. These are the things that keep me from getting lost at sea, they surround me with pale light and soft music. Secrets you can see in the dark, secrets like a swan lake.

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