Thursday, November 17, 2016

Prepositions

For you
My sky is torn with roses.
For me
I've tied it in velvet ribbon.

Of you
My illusions should be evaded.
Of me
I think I might be evil.

To you
I sometimes wonder:
To me
do you even have feelings?

With you
I've thrice spoken,
With me
Who speaks so little.

By you
I'm torn in closeness,
By me
My heart's belittle.

– - Lapinon, non. - –

Cutlery Waltz

I want you to fill up my heart
I want to be a teacup, to the brim
Camomille, rooibos, chai
Two sugars or a spoon of honey

I want you to fill up my heart
So I am no longer missing out
Sunshine strides, how man times
have I called you Apollo, love pretending?

I want to fill up my heart
I want to fill my heart with you
But when I think of the blinding light
The scorching tea, I fear you

I want to fill up my heart
But I just burn my tongue and throat
My premonition, perchance
That what I feel shall only hinder?

I want you to fill up my heart
I want to fill my heart with you
But when I think of our hands
I feel so sick I miss the view

I want you to fill up my heart
But I'm no cup, I am a saucer
And if I were t to be filled up
I shall spill and stain the duster

I want you to fill up my heart
Camomille, rooibos, chocolate
Why is it so scary, so dizzying, so ill
Like the gag that just won't muster

I'll take a nap and breathe, one, two.
And then I'll just forget about it.
Even in my head, whenever I think you
I feel like I want to run away from it.

– - Lapinon, non. - –