Weekend Clouds.

Slowly the clouds
Travel down your body
I reflect myself in
Your sweet bellybutton.

Tie a knot
In my soul as a reminder
To return to life
After satisfying you.

Weekend clouds –
They smooch.
We observe and replay,
Silently condensing.

Emotional underwater

Ruins of a fortress
Dressed in green.
Algaes screaming
For a rotten poem.

Dressed in waves
Dolphins shout out
Hearable sounds
In every direction.

Can’t you be quiet
Like water in the eye
Of the storm?

In a ocean of kisses we sunk in each other’s past. These wounds of yesterday melted from our bodies like icecream we were collecting with our mouthes. We are cruel suns. Let us be dirty angels and praise Dionysos with our touches. May others judge our easyness. Let us drink the bitter vine of sorrow with a smile they call maniac. Let us await the day without pains as weird entities, still alive like a cat someone follows silently.

looking for something

looking for something
first level
consumption
burns daily
struggle and
darkness
of work.

looking for us
it’s healthy
to be egoist
and loose
oneself
in tears
of joy.

looking for love
we are
searching for
a mountain peak’s
blue flower
to guide us
to death.

looking for sense
through doors
of perception
ring
of the nibelungs
red dragon
within
a fire.

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