she touched
my arm
and smiled
one of these days soon : very
treading
the glacier head
looking hard for moments of shine
who would have known : that a boy like him
would
if there's a troubador washing
it is he
if there's a man
i have a recurrent dream
every time i lose my voice
i
Through the warmthest
Cord of care
Your love was sent to me
I'm
i wake up
and the day feels broken
i tilt my head
i'm
Pedalling through the dark currents
I find an accurate copy, a
i will wade out
till my thighs
are steeped
in burning flowers
i will
it's not meant to be a strife
it's not meant
one hand loves the other
so much on me
born stubborn, me
will