what if i were air
nothing to speak about
what if i were sunlight
falling dimly onto cars rooftops
what if i were velocity
making your hair fly around your head
what if i were a scent of sea
humid and foggy touching your face
what if i were a drop of sweat
running down your belly during loves embrace
what if i were the sound of moving leaves
whispering amongst birds
what if i were people pushing against your arms
while walking the streets
what if i were the brownest eyes you´ve ever seen
looking at you through long dense lashes
what if i were a thought crossing your mind
during lunch break
what if i were a loose shoe lace that you´re playing with
waiting for you best friend
what if i were the new wallpaper
in your living room all yellow and red
would you smile at me?
-
Samstag, 15. August 2009
Dienstag, 14. April 2009
Five minutes
What if all you had were five minutes.
Five minutes to live this live,
five minutes to end this live.
What would you do.
When he started sucking at my lower lip
it took me right up into the air
high above everything.
His kiss was completely unexpected in its perfection.
Call it luck.
The club music was ringing in my ear.
His kiss became more passionate with every bassbeat
vibrating in our chests.
I watched the moving line of his neck light by red spots
from the perpetually dancing lights.
Stay sweet moment.
-
Five minutes.
Then the toilet door opened and we both looked into a questioning face.
-
Magic is fragile.
The feeling of flying lasted another 24 hours
until reality kicked in again.
In short:
I'm 36 years old and yesterday i got lost
in the funny ways of a twenty year old italian
who cast his spell on me in a wasted club toilet.
What can i say.
Hopefully those five minutes here and there in my life
will add up to one hour and a half one day.
If they won´t - who cares my friend, who cares.
Five minutes to live this live,
five minutes to end this live.
What would you do.
When he started sucking at my lower lip
it took me right up into the air
high above everything.
His kiss was completely unexpected in its perfection.
Call it luck.
The club music was ringing in my ear.
His kiss became more passionate with every bassbeat
vibrating in our chests.
I watched the moving line of his neck light by red spots
from the perpetually dancing lights.
Stay sweet moment.
-
Five minutes.
Then the toilet door opened and we both looked into a questioning face.
-
Magic is fragile.
The feeling of flying lasted another 24 hours
until reality kicked in again.
In short:
I'm 36 years old and yesterday i got lost
in the funny ways of a twenty year old italian
who cast his spell on me in a wasted club toilet.
What can i say.
Hopefully those five minutes here and there in my life
will add up to one hour and a half one day.
If they won´t - who cares my friend, who cares.
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