Honey addiction
Like honey and lemon
On my wounds
You protect and punish
My spontaneity and openness
To this world of fake smiles.
I hold you in days of storm
And give you my blanket in days of consolation,
Addicted as I am to your honey.
Window opening
The skyscraper is empty
When the dark falls inside and outside.
Alone at the desk,
Thoughts chase each other
And your will to open that window
Returns.
Escaping or expanding
Towards the new
Is so refreshing.
