my fingers do the talking, your eyes do the walking. can we agree upon that?

some words might confuse

but no need to defuse

if you wish, it’s just there

follow streams made of letters

like a fish, if you dare

for the worse, for the better

catch some driftwood, a mine

if you can – be reborne

bursts of light, let them shine

from the stars you were torn

as I cut out my fears

while you’re licking my face

It is you that crawls near

trails of raven I trace

*matthias geh, 29th January 2016

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