a cramp clutches my heart
waiting for your reply
silence
the indifferent tranquility of your verdict
boding ill for our future
so concentrated on my nail structure
I never realized
the flame would love
your words that much
an ember-glowed veranda
continuing our cocoa ceremony
no more sugar lumps melting in your mug
the sun
in the shade of the only willow
my tears
who will forget you
who will forgive you
behind this window
i love you
under every creamy star
that does not shine for us
a finger-on-the-map trip
uncertain of the future
we speed up the time
handing me the keys
for my convenience
then wanting them back
alas still a guest
a shortcoming of a new love
the poet prolific again
sleeping bag in the trunk
I’m still waiting
till you’ll say at last
how delightful
the stars are tonight
a sleepless night
an extroverted mosquito
assures my thinking
of our argument
after arguing
lovemaking
then arguing
a sleepless night
the moon scrapes
the windowpane
what is left of us
our love-making ticks
on the calendar
where to go
the fortuneteller told me today
it’s not you
on the shower pane
I write our names
and watch them fade
to reconcile
he draws a caramel heart
on my coffee froth
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