hearts tear borders

 with my outbreathe the sun set  and I came to believe the night comes from my inside  tugging the dark wave from his chin he falls over me like starlight  did the universal dark brow come frome my mouth?  is life a theatre painted by tongues?  like the wet of dew we can not not be  what has to sing pushes itself through   the helpless throath of a bird. 

 I forgot in which month are we  and a season is just a matryoshka  I opened spring and found winter  and a bloodred river flew in there  from summer and when I shook  all her bodies, leaves fell from my head  The piercing wind could take my lips  that's why I suck them in  With you like a borrowed blanket over my shoulder, the different patches  tell bedtime stories for me to sing  from my messy planet as if I can't find the home I am. 

Love is the torch guiding me through the unknown  fear the child I carry close to my heart  candlelight shines from the skulls from all the brave spirits  who walked here before  as a reminder that all roads lead us home  into the eternal hug of the dark mother. 

 If the sky came from the womb of my womb  you are in me when you're out there  If love is our absence from each others life  while still there in the unseen, the unspoken  If the most whole I can be is broken  if you talk to me and I slip into your world  like it's mine, I get closer  If my freedom got lost I kiss you goodbey to live it for me, just come home with a joke  to get your curls, upwards on my lips You who doesn't owe me anything  choose me any way. 

 If life is a fruit  I wish to open it everyday  like I am new with a lover  while I ground through my spine  the juice slides inside  my eyes turn into the sky. 

one movement after the other and it's a dance  time glues the shapes together  the all seeing eye notices she is on a wave  invisible to any other eye but her inner  she moved in a place build out of the shreds of past love astonished by how big it is, how bright the colors  how wide the space around it and still inside  it's a nest, wool, fire, incense  being the only visitor to the exhibition of her life  in this museum, she had children, her hips typically  build for it drawings of him and forest animals  she found loopholes to live inside of them  she had men before but here she waits for him  she died in the hope to be alive again. 

 It's poetry flowing from his face  the overgrown playground of my imagination  food for my fettish untill I forget who am I  I tried to leave him but I am under his spell  it's hard to admit these days but I love such domination  the palm of his hands the limitless sky I live under  the limitless sky of all we can't do  all we can imagine, the sketches in my mind  are exploding with color  ready to burst into the movement of now  I tried to escape but here I am  nothing but a throbbing vessel