Breath

Palm full of poems
    one
    stormy nights
    the sky cried with me racing - quietly
    two
    a tragicomic circus tragedy
    syllable by syllable escaping the coils of a casette
    three
    shadow boxing the pain threshold
    the explosive enlightenment of emotions
    four
    love
    the march of weaving letters
    five
    tectonic plate under my feet
    vortexes in the waves of the heart

The following years are yet needing another


20/3/2017