It was hazy sunshine
overwhelming the day

we were lucky bugs. trapped
inside a jar with no escape

catching fire every weekend
heating thick glass with lighters

at the bottom. your tongue
was colder than berlinesque stoves

ornamented with paired cherubs
ignoring our decadent spirals

that Saturday morning you came
without a warning. inside me

with a bliss. you opened up your house
to strangers. sending me into the day

failing to shield us from them
that talk. without feeling the ground

to fight the night. forever
more thrilling to you. now look

each day I lay in front of you
while weeks finds nasty endings

pigeons guard our clubs
where in the dark, we once met

but time is a sneaky thief
robbing us from many things

so I forgot the reason to be
at the tip of Sunday’s toe

all that is left is steady fear. hardened
like a gargoyle. stark, I face the mirror

underneath my beloved white
I know how much it weighs

so familiar the sound of crushing crystals
in an envelope of baking paper

carefully folded. precious
like gemstones in a beggar’s world

building a home. at long last
I ‘ll be dust in the air

I.

from afar I see you
quick and determined
as If you’d reach for a gun
protecting me from voices
in deserts.

holding a slender tool
made of glass
releasing without care
two times. a dose
of one point seven
into a dirty cup
not much longer now
until you become
a reappearing dream

II.

a ower boy undressing
wondering about this creature
facing him in the mirror
his fingers moving
downwards like a river
feeling itself
he still wants to fly
when the sun is gone
his shine in need
for more

he opens the windows
for a few moths
hunting shiny things
enjoying their flutter
fondling his body
all left for me
is standing here
watching over him