Thursday, November 21, 2013

Circles into fog


We stretched it
To the very last beat
Tried to lean into each other
Drawing circles into fog, 
Window panes in November

Cold air is only memory

Another time, another frame
There is no snow here
But there is a park with a lake and it is winter

I lean sideways when you lean towards me
The next step I imagine as bottomless pit
You drag me, it's all inside my head!
You drag me, it's all inside my head!

Then you walk away and I fear to lose you
Or to lose myself in you. Cannot tell apart.
I know you will not stay but my heart
I fear