Ice in your gin

Brief_klein

 rainy Sunday morning
the world gets a little closer
silent, numbed by your indifference
carelessly discarded

more affection even to your dead flowers
or the dust in the hall
I am crushed like the ice in your gin

my thoughts slow down
like the cold water running down my spine
a last resistance between my pelvic bones
as to the rest there is no fighting any more

more affection even to your dead flowers
or the dust in the hall
I am crushed like the ice in your gin

vanishing imprints
clotted traces of your aid keep on growing
stains of your love turn into dark
bruises like jewellery on my body

more affection even to your dead flowers
or the dust in the hall
I am crushed like the ice in your gin

Fighting you

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 howling like a dog
craving for your scent
i fight

to escape your captivating smile
to overcome your vibrant eyes
to emerge your indecision

your wearing way of life wrapped around me
tearing everything apart
let go of me
don’t follow me at night
let go of me
don’t follow me at night
in my sleep

tempting presence traps
me again at dusk
i fight

to escape your brilliant mind
to overcome your bracing voice
to emerge your indecision

your wearing way of life wrapped around me
tearing everything apart
let go of me
don’t follow me at night
let go of me
don’t follow me at night
in my sleep

Shrouded in mist

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like an extensive mead
my mind spreads
lithoidal and harsh
chapped like lips in the cold

we stand on the shores
of an ocean
crying to the night
no way of hiding
our heart is all we’ve got

on heights of wilderness
a notion paints the sound
my sense drags up the wind
fierce and rough and raw

we stand on the shores
of an ocean
crying to the night
no way of hiding
our heart is all we’ve got

dismal waves of thoughts
canker the water’s edge
leaving a devastated trace
until mist disguises it all

we stand on the shores
of an ocean
crying to the night
no way of hiding
our heart is all we’ve got