Marinkel *'s blog/

he said like she said when you moved here you moved me and you stood there by the water fountain rain pouring down your face and tears beyond the falls across the borderline you speak in glyphics of an indoeuropean tongue and you tell me of toys and full moons and i search the desert scapes for your blessings when you used to take my kodak picture. it is all confusion in my head you think but my love you see it is very clear to me and you outside the city limits. i weave through the ribbons and bows to find your crocheted flowers blossoming in this tired season. i understand now what you want to say as the water falls. we are made of the same materials, springs and mossy curls, dark eyes and brightly lit caves. they were iron fists that let go but tufts of strings brought to us by cream colored caterpillars, who tirelessly spin and dance through the endless nights, to reach each other's thoughts and hearts. they are togetherness, these words of mine. they are colors that exist in every lover's eyes. the divide exists not. speak easy and learn fast. love me like i love you. drenched. exhausted. full. forever the same when you unveil me.

blue

fish is not a color
don't beat my dreams
to death

even the dead
come back to life in dreams

if you want to be shattered
don't shatter me

drown me in your exorcism
we both come up for air
in spring

i dream of a place in space where you read to me from across the rooms and stars shine all around us. yes i am hopelessly romantic. you have as many faces as my house has rooms. i might just end up with one. there are the wooden floorboards and a steamy bathroom where i count the splinters jammed into your skin. trying to describe the colors you make me see. dreamy eyes and you come across a thousand oceans although we only counted three. and you crawl towards me across the floorboards, you don't care about the pain. we were cats then and we twisted our bodies. i turned the doorknobs and you became another. and with every blink of the eye flowers grow higher into clouds. we don't need airplanes. let's breathe in.

i m wearing his shirt again, i don't care if he wants me, i don't care if he loves me. i just like the way i feel inside his skin. feel good they said. i do. i listen.

it's blue. watch the skyline.

now he knows where my poetry comes from. and he is frightened. like me. pull the gas mask over my face. shut my eyes with penny drops. the night of the dead is fast approaching.

i grew flowers for you. but they were not enough.

he mustn't worry. it is neither he nor the golden gate. the buttons we pushed on the way. it is the punishment i bestowe upon myself for leaving. you and another.

will he ever know me as the angel i once was becoming? before i touched him and lay the world to ruins?

desert sands in my eyes. on the back of the truck we are still driving laughing. tires blowing out and stranding us. skiing gulliver our guide. pointing to the stars. please let me go.

i must say goodbye. you were my brother and it is blood flowing between our veins. maybe we shall meet again.

for now. goodbye. i loved you.

i open my eyes wide to the sea
sleeping for hours in a house without walls nor ceiling
finally you are awake, she says
coffee on the table

she leads me onto the terrasse with the stone steps
toward the sea
look, she says
but say no more

i see the sea is crimson with a bloodred orange sun
though it is not the sun that makes these colors
neither is the blood of warriors

dolphins! i shout excitedly
and here they come, one by one
closer and closer
they are black skinned creatures jumping in and out of the waves

my hand feels their smooth skin
they are small and they are smiling

colors, red and black
my reality