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Never Cry Wolf - 3. Days 15 to 21
XV.
He leans against the bar,
drowns out all the love songs in the world,
it’s only short, hard beats for him now.
Messy kisses, fingers digging into flesh, zippers hiss,
Sweat, beer, body wash, and musk,
Warmth, brief joy found in a stranger’s arms,
Before he fades back into the faceless crowd.
XVI.
Hidden behind a thin veil of gold,
Revealed through a light tug,
Lies a true sight to behold,
Better than any drug.
Dark brown, liquidly filled,
Caught in one satisfying bite,
glorious salted caramel spilled,
And a dreadful day becomes bright.
XVII.
A curtain of rain,
Tiny drops refract the light,
a rainbow comes out.
XVIII.
The spotted tiger can only hear sun light,
But he can’t smell his mate’s song.
He runs out the door, ears flat in fright,
Because he knows, something is terribly wrong.
White fur, blinding bright,
A polar bear greats him, his voice strong:
“Soon everything will again be right,
those who don’t belong will be finally gone.”
XIX.
I throw a pebble into the still lake,
when it touches, it sends out circular waves,
as did your word, made my whole body shake,
to hear it again is all that it craves.
My fingers open, I release the sphere,
when it strikes, it pushes the last to leap,
as did your word, made my frozen heart cheer,
hearing it ensured for my peaceful sleep.
I said the word for the first time to you,
You held your breath and your body went still,
Your eyes inquired if it really was true,
Yes, I do love you and I always will.
Years ago one mistake, my temper flared,
Years ago one word wrong, alone, scared.
XX.
Sonnenstrahlen die
den eiskalten Morgen
wärmen sind Frühling.
Rays of sunshine
which can warm up an icy
cold morn are called spring.
XXI.
Sometimes
I catch a word, a phrase, a thought,
Twirl it around my finger,
Pluck at it,
Stretch it,
Squeeze it into a ball,
Throw it into the air
Let it bounce off my knee,
Snatch it,
Flick it away,
Play.
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