In love, I want to be like a vessel seized by storm

Moorings lost and sails cut loose.

Passion, the salty taste that clings on to each grain.

To be tossed high up and back into the tide's arm

Weightless, yet, drenched deep.

Silence

Silence
Like a thin cling film
wrapped over the heart
Stretching painfully with
each beat, desperate

16/05/2014

The darkest hour
       Fear
       Such as never known before
       Seeping into the veins
       Gaseous; poison blue
       The silent suffocation

...

I remember a memory that was yours

A pencil drawn sketch from your everyday
Upon a notebook sheet we flipped through

A monochrome stich in the tapestry
Of long-winding talks woven into the nights

And that is where I remember you now
Inside a memory
Tossed over to me