Poems from marissareisen
How acceptable?
Would one deem it as inappropriate?
Or too affectionate?
Is it so strange
to the eyes of a floater,
foreign and detached,...
Sneers.
Stares.
Glacial glares
untie his shoes
and pull his hair.
The bane that crushes,
and muffles his dreams
confounds him.
It stays...
Let me wake you.
A frigid kiss to your nose,
an arctic nibble on your fingers,
and let me tingle your toes.
Come to me.
Give me energy,...
The lake on Marpol Ridge
is an excuse.
It is the thought of accomplishment.
The whispers in the grass
and the feather-fluttered dirt...
In a warm coffeeshop
On an early summer morning
I sit
Wedged in the corner of a green velvet couch,
That undoubtedly has seated many other...