With winter blowing in
and you still out there
willing yourself into the world
the city looms over me in two dimentions
you the absent depth
I wait wide eyed
for your arrival in the hours
I should use for sleeping
touch will be my rest
yours and mine, my sustinance
when we swallow each other whole
in the small hours of dawn
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- Lara Thesenvitz
- I write, speak, record, shout when i have to create, wander off, draw up, draw out, draw in, listen, work, slack, sleep at odd hours of the day, ignore the phone, turn up the music, let the clocks run slow, and try to foget what time it is already.
1 comment:
Short and very sweet. I love this piece. I love the notion of willing one's self into the world. It brings to mind somebody who's world-weary, but keeps fighting, keeps struggling to just exist, but that might just be how I perceive it. And the part about the lovers swallowing each other whole? It's cannibalistic AND sexy. Wow. Great work, Lara.
Michael
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