To be(long) (2007-10-26)

barely I remember what words were wasted while we talked and told
time never change but we do in defence to define ourselves as free
and
alone is strong on its own until we're astray and struggle
on our own
on our own
we're to few to be facile but likely to be lonely longing for someone
to trust

and belong

Something else about defence (2007-03-25)

between our bodies is too much weather
and a diluted trace of earthy scents and
                                liquorice at dusk
for the rain to end our days with a task of taste
to veil the road where fairies hide
                                when morning breaks

it takes him no longer but a broken minute
passing the scents of tomorrow's stories
searching his pockets patching his past with a
borrowed drunkenness from the ocean

                              salt meets my shore

and I encounter his weakness defenceless
to the effect of time and cause of change
where the soil is still warm when day comes
to closure
                             only resting in my hand
sensing near is coming closer for every lonesome
sailor lost at see of unknown water seeking
land in his reflection
                          
                           barefoot crossing border
                        with my heart as only weapon