Monthly Archives: September 2018

When the kettle whispers
about to boil
When it is gray and almost
release to rain
When briefly nothing coheres
time out
When song words reappear
perchance
Faint sound of ringing
my ears as if detached
Late nights of loud music
standing outside
cool breeze
suddenly fresh
Trojan horse
almost
come closer
you should know
the castle of my body
not my strong walls only
Knocking heartbeat
tap resound
tickle tempt
touch
There is always
more
never enough