2020.07.07.
The Land of Ice
No one confessed to me that it was the polar winter,or that white is a color that can be torn,
that the coat is bigger than this city,
if the light doesn't confuse your way of walking
And now you throw yourself and now you catch up with me.
Your mouth is made of ice and mine is hooked
like an avalanche that rips the skin off.
And you absorb the air and the cold expands,
and you yearn for tenderness that you offer in pieces
when no one's looking and it can be loved.
No one ever confessed to me that a flash of fate
would change the trees in this town.
And if the wind speeds up my way of loving
melting the glaciers would be winning
And now I'm going, and now I'm going to catch up with you.
Your voice is one of vice, cliff woman,
if you sing with phrases I can't read.
And I watch your cracks slowly open
and I long for the sanity you offer at times,
when the extra hours evaporate.
No one confessed to me that I could travel
from the land of the ice to the solar system.