Insatiable Hands

Pink and soft my hands

Extend to grab and touch

What gives smiles and hugs

To me.

Hands tired but jumping ready

Toward the next demanding

loving effort.

Closed holding each remind me of mum

And comfort comes,

At the end of this forgotten day.

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Checkmate

Don’t Wait
Move to the next cell
Black or white
Will give you an adventure
Making up your life.
Jumping worth no rule
The breeze brings enthusiasm
through the hair,
Cell after cell.

Prey

I am today

An easy prey

Of big dreams and things i may

Scars of past illusions

Are easily forgotten but still visible.

Fooling myself

I wrote and talk

Planning a future I cannot control.

Watery summer

The heat brings my personality

To the limits and towards the feedjngs

I have seen seldom and fear.

Dried patience, heart of an arsonist,

Warmth of a mother

Form my orbit and stretch around my open arms.

Open arms with your shape.

11 Jul 2018

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02 June 2018