Dying in love

With ease and grace, break my heart. Carve my flesh,  pour more ache and fire of love. You kiss my lips, You trick my heart into submission and cry, what else is left to be worry about? My heart is a fool, longing in ruin of not knowing of her origin, dying in love.  Whirling…

Fallen 

​I am tired just to be heard as words, These nostalgic mushrooms, Are real, The thorns left in my heart, are real, I can’t show my human pain, There is no word Invented to express What your love does to my heart. So I write about my origin, The ancient woman Behind the space, Her…

Orgasm – repost

The strings of my heart Trembles under your finger tips touch The secret melody between us; is life. Words of rain and silence Small share of happiness; everything is gone. Now; my flesh and your song; Soft kind feminine; all unlived part of me In the centre of ache; longs for the eternal For a…