Enlarged Prostate At 20

speed limit where they do not fly alone,

winds fell silent quiet

letting go of the past.

speed limit where you can not get there, the path of Leopold

in Dublin of paper and words.

and looked up in the moment they lunge

slowed

when I look at you in secret.

trails, where dappled moons silver smile at night,

taxiing raging winds - like waves crashing on the skin -

harnessing the body.

trails,

where you can reach me, the call of sirens

a distant Ulysses.

frayed soul

feeling,

crumbs of me - black and white confetti -

spreading via the touch of your gaze.

Brewing With Wild Yeast

The still air

expected change

Light gets dark and start to move things,

fragments of cold and heat

steps down to

gangling gait,

where you can dive into the icy water.

- thrust oscillation,

dispersed siren

in the dark depths of the sea inside you -

crumbs fall to the raindrops,

to rinse away the day,

thoughts,

watered down but still alive.

-

is my body that I feel the fire,

me is that I can not understand.

cart and become a bittersweet feeling,

sailing

thrust into the unknown-

The stretched skin at the touch of the morning,

too slow, still far

crackle with the beams of my body ,

thirsty for life, treading

long gone - missing you,

unspoken, pervade the air

as before the thunder, the earthquake

-

And I flood the heart,

imprison the body.

is silence around

close my eyes at close of day, devoted to relax the body

-breakers are tired of an oar, too

the sand bar -

When the eyes you are wandering, hands

lips and the slow breathing of you to be lulled

in pleasure

that exploded inside me.