"Apnœa" - ??? 2007

The sting of open flesh
this hole I can feel at the soles of my feet
(and the palms of my hands)
Out from inside the skin flows wine
dripping to the valley below my feet...
gentle, the breeze, that closes my eyes

In front of the tide
- I'm here next to you, you're in my reach.
I'm physically next to you
the sea...

the silence speaks sentences, louder than touch
your pages so fragile - like night into day
a quick caress, filling the air like when
I run my hands through your hair and hurt you...
You don't waste time to react.

Dig it deeper
your fingers in my hands, kissing my soul
it tastes like drowning
my hands will begin to shed blood.

The evening sunlight,
bright through the dust clouds at the edge of the canyon,
blinds me...
The sting returns
but there is no breeze, and I feel ill.