Follow me reader, it’s too easy to misread her,
drink from the fresh fountain, and come see her.
Cuz I don’t know her either.
One fountain of smooth, one fuel for the youth,
liter by liter. Who am I? If we all could be her!
One poem at a time in the cloakroom, as a teaser.
Smooth like a fresh spring bubbles words straight from the freezer
one rhyme to rule them all, for hard and deep feelings steam her,
Buckle up for a bumpy ride
through the universe of feelings, senses and emotions
so come, my dear reader, check out
My planet’s Mercury,
the messenger, who’s here to see,
what life can be in all its idiosyncrasy,
My faith is clear,
scorched earth, dry dirt,
born on August 31st,
I still figure out, if you’re worth,
all my time and devotion,
a level-headed virgo, letting things unspoken,
When you put me on the spot,
I get shy and frozen, smoking to cut the silence which is poking,
me in the rips and in my head, asking to break open
I smoked 11 cigarettes, the day I fell in love with you,
but what’s love got to do,
with it or without I’m choking,
on the words chosen, vocal soaking, poets stroking, stolen ocean from my eyes,
and I hold this token,
been here before, although here is “Rauchen verboten”.
Been a teacher long enough, now it’s time for provoking,
superior intellect is what I’m woke in,
confinement is misspoken, cuz’ there’s nothing better than being alone in,
the time to indulge in the emotion,
and when we wake up,
all that’s left is just a poem.
Solitude - I’m in love with you since my soil’s erosion