The hug

I dreamt of you last night.
It was you all right,
although the setting
- as always in a dream -
was highly unlikely.

We did not speak
But simply hugged

a long, loving
tight hug

A hug so strong
so full of tenderness and desire
it felt like a slow, tidal wave
enveloped in fire.

Lingering waste

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Imagine wanting to hold
to try and taste
such worthless lingering waste.
What value
what relevance
could such bits and pieces
hold for anybody in their right mind?


I felt just like
lingering waste
repulsively useless
good for the drain.

But there you were
giving me a second look
a first thought

with your brilliant and kind
loving
left mind.

Ego trip

I have decided to sell myself
shamelessly
happily
hopefully

here.