it's a secret 

they don’t know but
I keep a secret very well hidden 
It’s right here, look
cast in my eyes
                            or 
in every flat note of my voice
              and
                            furthermore
in every heart pulse of mine

it’s actually bare, most of the time
as it’s so obvious how stars come out of my eyes
and melodies are always on my lips
              and
for my heart,
                            oh my heart
it beats, so many beats per minute
              and
i can’ tell no one that

(i will tell no one that)

that light shining through my bedroom window
- so bright -
the underscoring of life,
the music score of love,
is you.

forever

until i forget my age,

I said

- or, until when I'm dust and light, and
fly around the flowers,
(blooming them) -

i'll be kissing you,
I promise.

girl knitting on the train

tiny freckles leaning towards to
two knit needles plaiting, as one
she picks, laces - picks, laces -
and sheds one loop,

the wool yarn gets tangled up
girl, please - pull, unravel it -
quick,
the winter is coming soon

girl knitting in front of me, and
I wish we were on those two needles
being bond for the cold.

dissent

this being autumn - he said -
you can either cry for the falling leaves,
or treasure how beautifully they dress the sidewalks

notice there is always grace
in little things around us,
or in how destiny challenges us everyday

he said - look, i can take you here, and
here might be unfortunate

but

you can always run
there,
where you know you're always expected,
as long as what you expect
is there.

angles

if i tell you this:

there’s no light without you, so
i need you

or
instead i let go that

it’s never dark when you’re around, and
gladiolus and roses blossom,
butterflies dance around my skylights
and
night is never enough for us,
for both,
my love

what would you prefer?
what would you rather listen to,
my ego
my heart
my soul
or my love for you, my darling?

reflexions

saturday afternoon in Oxford:

the sun,
illuminating all our steps
the past, 
the present, and
that red ivy you embraced

i,
holding you tight and telling you softly
"close your eyes and pretend you’re here, but
many and many years ago, in a different century"

and you
(yes, i could tell - you)
and me,
we both
travelled in time
we almost kissed in a different era
listening to others footsteps,

saturday afternoon in Oxford, and
i could see you everywhere

with me,
inside me
and tomorrow.