a promise made
for invigoration
she kisses stones
meanwhile he
prefers to let his hair grown long
long into his head
in the hope that the tips of his hair strings will tickle
whatever he should be bringing back to life
instead of what he designs
as life when he wakes up in the morning
she however
refines her definitions and expectations of a lover
meanwhile this poor fellow
will have to have
four pair of arms
enough water in his eyes to let waterfalls pour down when she sings
him a selfwritten song
and enough air in his lung to sigh whenever their phonecall comes to an end
he
sitting in his room on the other side of town
wonders how he can expand
his skin just enough to create the cope
that she demands for
so that her long deep glance
can dance upon his pores
become endless for me
she screams and needs and asks him for
he scores high when it comes to calculating
what he will need for this love
for the coming years
somehow like packing an emergency kit
for every day
for every single day
but he knows that she needs his affection
she needs it in a way that others need
a given instinct to cross the street without
being hit by a car every time
he knows well that she would be
scattered upon all of earth's surface
from the daily collisions
that him drifting away
would cause
so he stays
so he stays
and how he stays
he stays in a way more stable and solid than any tree on burnt down
war ground could stay
not even for reasons of being rooted deeply
he stays more like
a naked human would stand on a battle ground
in the absolute knowledge
that he could run away
any time
any given time
but he just stands there
not even shivering
he cannot tell her of this image
she wouldn't understand
she would only hear the word "battle" highlighted by some
heavenly force
it would pierce through her ears and reach her bones where they would do
more harm than he could imagine
so
as said
he stays
I never understood why
but he stays
he creates new rituals , new ways to combine the old food
on their plate
and he will continue feeding her
using his fingers as a fork , because a fork
would be like an attack on her mouth
so he uses his fingertips
as the only instrument to be allowed in between them
they stay
I cannot understand why
but they stay
she knits him a scarf of silence
and he softly tapes her eyelids onto her cheek
and they fall asleep
after they kiss like a couple of elders
with a long sigh as if frightened that something else than sleep
will follow
every
single
night

nova