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my gift to you





take the ocean
and put it in a box



but don't tell me





and I'll know





that when you smell a rose
when you sip a bit of life's ember



you'll think of me



and I will always be there







a million hugs

in the sound



of the ocean
waves



(when you wiggle that box



back
and forth)

do you believe in dreams?



who needs forever



when you have a moment

to be a sea




of sensations

here





to spend one more night

on earth



who needs to be in love

when there are endlessly different stars



fallen

in a poet's palm





leaves

unanswered letters





don't stop



life comes



from far beyond chrysanthemums

and november fog





and it's here -









are you?



my body is a temple





I once had a poem


about a dream




which was the answer to -



what kind of poem would be an answer to this question?



autonomy




shadows are effortless -


how are we doing?


who you are



"I hate myself" -


who is hating

and who is being
hated?



I don't get it.


make-believe





if the world was a whisper
(in French)
and the sound of waves
the sand
if a pebble was a mother

then I would love a thousand roses
every time you kissed goodbye
and every time I fall in love with you

you are beautiful

because of a rose I can't smell
because the clouds turned from grey

into blue
and I heard you say


nothing
(in French)

can I have a word with you?




a word is a word
and it points to something
that isn't a word

a word is
a word

(the only word to be a word)

for love
is not a word

it's the little kisses


that like a gentle breeze
caress your eyes



a smile that once
whispered

and said everything


by moving oh so little



the same smile
that fills your breath

with such stillness

and you move


you touch



what used to be
a falling leaf

(the last falling leaf)


the end of a whisper

of time -



love is now



a word
was when you read it





and like a little stream


it runs down your cheek




the same cheek
I once kissed

forever



but watch my words


loveisnow




is





the fleeting sensation

of a thought flying out of the window

leaving behind
a tingling body


and freeing, perhaps

a little space


so I

can


now







be





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