she is in

in my dreams
she’s the key
to a shelter
where old feelings
can quiver
and hide
the forbidden
fades down
in its melting
and horizon of touch
gains some mind

in my thoughts
she’s a partner
in dancing
in this dazzling
lifelong masquerade
masks of love
are undoubtedly fancy
wearing death
causes ant crawls
in fate

on the bottom
of any conclusion
she may find
whereabouts
of a doubt
sleeves are good
for another illusion
and a mouth
can’t be shut
for a shout

if her heroes
should lose
all their battles
and her lovers
might ask
for a change
she will say
to them all
doesn’t matter
we are all
in the same
shooting range

we are all
have a god
for the payers
and for cursing
less thinkable words
we are all
slowly dying
while graying
like a bunch
of lost notes
in accords

look around
all you see
can be written
on a piece
of blank paper
with heart
when the night
sharpens claws
as a kitten
scratching skies
to make holes
for the stars

in my dreams
she’s the key
to a shelter…

in my thoughts
she’s a partner
in dancing…

January 29, 2019