He wouldn't

A dog followed me home

To protect himself

From the lot of barking beasts

Uprooting the night

How good it felt

Someone who needed me

He joined me to the gate

I tried to negotiate

But he wouldn’t come inside

I was willing

I was willing

To draw the map

In pink and grey

But you already had

Outlined the river

In yellow and blue

I was always willing

To draw the map

And read it to you

But I was late

And you took a path

That I never drew

only i

nothing of what i said was true

that i was different

from then

only i

had lost connection

with the river

underground

And I know

Only when I’m far

My shade comes close

Enough to be one

With yours

            My lips touch

Your hair

And I know

Outside is storm

Those poles

How can you just cross

those poles

as if nothing happened?

Doesn’t your heart freeze

to death?

In that little casket

In that little casket

A melody of cups

Touching lips in porcelain

Salty taste of tears

The back of a book

Waiting in a drawer

Never to be read again

A cat without colours

A painting never promised

Hanging in the attic

Where I comb my hair

Take a good look

I’ve cursed those strokes

Drawn with an autumn leaf

Hear the distant music

I’ve lost a little piece

Of your cup

Tumbling in the air

To secret lakes

Take my sleep

Place it in the bracelet

Close to your skin

Wear me

Carry me

To secret lakes

Where time is not known

Where regret does not exist

Dreams hide

In tree branches

Pinching holes into leaves

You collect them

Fallen

Before your feet

A collection

That fills

An entire room with

Nothingness

saved from the dragon

on the edge, papercuts

saved from the dragon

the beard growing long

a glacier and a mountain

if only I knew time

all life began in autumn

the colours of a leaf

weighing on my shoulder

no false expectations

winter is to come

erratic affection

I hope for spring