6 october 2012
Linger On
(You)
Sublime and calm,
pecking and cooing
at the unseen side of my brain.
A breathless hug pinning my body to the floor
asking me to come hard and let go this time;
sometimes it´s on the floor
sometimes it´s on the bed
sometimes it´s in a book of poetry.
I hope and dread but secretly wait
for you to tickle me with your soft syllables
to pull down my arms
and massage my lungs
until they fall on top
of my broken heart.
But
you
do
nothing
When you finish,
you just dance around in the air
hanging from a thread
with your damascus sword.
Blow me kisses on your tip toes
and say:
"It´s not time for that yet"
I almost walked away yesterday,
couldn´t quite cross the bridge!
Maybe I will today,
I hope.