Passion

Poignant;

Shadows. As they attach themselves

to the wallpaper of my memory – 

Leaving endless trails

Of betrayal.

Breaking;

Surfaces. While the façade dissolves

into dense pieces –

Deserting the exposure

Of me.

Missing;

The beat. Ruling once a chest,

now drowning in fear –

Since the ashes of the wars

Are flaming.

Finding;

The sun. Being long concealed

behind skies of depression –

Allowing again the rosebuds

to glow. 

Granting;

My heart. With the promise

to love it profoundly.

Letting it beat – again – to the rhythm

Of yours.

Yield;

me. As I remove the masquerade

and bare my hollow shield –

Fearing yet the burning of

this love --

the curse

which is my passion.  

I nat

Jeg finder mig selv

i en brændende tilstand

hvor du

kaster ord i ansigtet på mig

Lader dem ramme hårdt og

efterlade røde mærker

på min sjæl

Lader dem falde,

som perfekt eksekverede slag

på min nøgne hud

mens svedperlerne lægger sig

på overfladen –

Og lysten langsomt kribler

mellem mine ben.

Du giver mig

retten til at skrige højt.

at fylde rummet med volumen fra

min skingre stemme, der

søger efter din.

Og jeg

som længes efter dine læber, idet

dit sensuelle åndedræt
kærtegner min hals

og din tunge,

resten af kroppen.

Stemmen søger mod duggede vinduer,

i det let oplyste værelse

hvor pulsen banker hurtigt

og hvor

blodårer er synlige

i månens skær, der genspejles

i mine blanke øjne og

i dine spændte muskler

som de ligger dér

ovenpå mig

dansende til den sang

vi hører mest.

Jeg befinder mig

i den position jeg kender bedst.

I tilstanden af tilstanden fra mine drømme –

Det eneste

der ikke kan betvivles;

tiden hvor vi er nøgne

med svedende kroppe

og et udmattet sind

med for få timer

til at solen står op

og med et simpelt smil

kaster tanken langt bort

for igen i nat

er du min.

Raindrops

I search for your smile, in

the crowded streets

tonight.

While raindrops soak

the wretched clothes I wore

at your funeral.

Twilight creeps nearer.

The darkness searches for

a hiding place,

while shadowy creatures creak 

in every corner

of my mind.

The rainbow being long gone.

A skyfall with velvet drops

of glass -

shattering into millions

when they touch upon

the pavement.

                        

Admiring the wet embrace,

as it conceals any sign

of grief.

And simultaneously

Shuts me out from

my inner demons.

Feeling the electricity turning

inside the body, which once

was mine.

And being forced to remember

the whispers in my ear – the caresses

of my naked neck. 

Sensing you near me

as when we made love

on the hardwood floor.

Evolving into an extension of

your soul - even

your heart.

Being the puzzle piece, I

remain in place. I remain in the rain.

For now.

Well knowing; that you will search and find

me

Being perfectly perfect

For you. 

Sleepwalk

The streetlights gleam

in the freezing night - and

through my irises.

Which are painted

by the haziness

of a breath.

The deflowering nature; touched

by numb hands of winter.

This being the season

where everyone escapes

from me.

Sensing the anxiety of action –

I remain unmoved.

Though knuckles turning 

white

from the lack of blood

in my veins.

Feeling the icing pavement

beneath my naked feet.

Knowing;

that they are obliged

to the treaded dreams

behind my eyes.

Again, this night –

I allow my thoughts to soar

beyond the imaginable.

Into an inhumane universe

Of death -

a parallel to nightmares.

Hence;

My sleepwalk

And;

Your kiss goodbye. 

Contractions of a city

Rain is licking the leaves of trees,

Complements to my burning glee.

Creating ponds in the dusky soil,

Staring deep in the eyes of my inner gargoyle.

Life is now wandering the crowded streets,

Filling the world with a breath of relief.

Surrounding every hurting man,

Makes ebony and ivory walk hand in hand.

The core in my heart is now blinded with light,

Seductively from this epic night.

I am dancing through the solstice lair,    

Notorious sex enthralls my air.

Eyes now lock with a flirtatious gaze,

Though walking with a mind of haze.

Bright rose cheeks and a catching breath,

Moralizing the idea of love and death.

Now, let the sun embrace the scarlet sky,

Whilst the seagulls spread their wings and fly.

Hope still streams our broken smiles,

And the sensitivity of Copenhagen stays for a while.

Anonymise; me

A bridge of blood; built

On the surface -

Of my skin. While

lace lay intertwined

with the ghost

of my past.

Nonsense escaped that night;

as your voice became –

Too intimate. And my

oppressive body sank

into corners

of oblivion.

Years passed in mind; whilst

memories were distanced –

And denied. Listening

to hollow syllables 

screaming aloud

your name.

Misery now marks this face;

as I shoot for the moon –

And succeed. Missing

the loving embrace

of a black

raven’s wings.

Me; carefully tracing

the whispers of regret -

haunting his dreams. Living

but half a life – while

trying to remember

my own.