like a waking whisper
like your breath
that takes physical form
as it leaves the door
and goes out to the cold
like heat
like steam that clothes your skin
when you leave the shower
a whisper comes from down under
engulfed in flames
in the hour
when you give yourself an hour
you lay your naked body
on the sheets of cold red
real flames turn into a hand
and the hand floats above your back
the hand was cought red-handed
feeling your skin
the heat from it's red finger
is a heat you can bear
feel it in your center
as you start to sweat from within
every drop of tremble in your hearth
gives birth
a clear pearl of water
glistening on your skin
then the fingers start to wander
like the heat in your veins
up, down
right
left
and you know
it's my hand
when you hear
it's my voice
from the cracking fire I speak to you
I'm a cracked shell
and I burn my last flames next to you
you say it's not
right
and I say
what's left for me to do?
the flames dance around your pale skin
like it's the last tree in the rainforest
and my fingers
like the tentacles of a tentacle monster
move all around your body
and you open your mouth
but no word comes out
just smoke from the fires inside
I move up
before I move down
and feel your lips on my fingers
every crease,
every bite that left a mark
they leave a mark on me
as I read them out loud
it's a hex
a seal on my soul
now my burning
hurts me back
even more
the heat from your mouth
brings me back to summer
your lips are the nicest fruit
that I haven't picked
I can eat them all year,
and I never get full
so I dare to go deeper
and I feel the edges of your teeth
on my fingers
here's your chance
if you want to make me bleed
now
I'll give you a pass
molten lava
from the flaming hand
bleeds,
fills your mouth
drips down your chin
in the night only thing that shines
is your pearly skin
glistening from the sweat
and a bleeding hand
bleeding and burning and hurting
I retreat
so I dissapear
and you fall into a restless dream
after the hurt got healed
and the fires got steamed
it was clear to me
once again
we need to meet
so we do
in a hidden place
a place no one knows
not you
not me
its a place
separate from our reality
separate from our bodies
you'll be the fair maiden
and this time
I'll be the wind
that brushes all over your body
and fills your cloth skirt
and messes your hair
into every direction
and takes you
to a place hidden
but not separate
from our souls and bodies
I may assume form in front of you
but
would you wanna look
in my eyes
I'd rather be the wind
and with no sight
I'll find a way
through the fibers of your blouse
through the holes in the buttons
through and through
round and round
turn me into wine
and pour me on the floor
or dine...
but as wind
I stand above the ground
but under your legs I feel the warmth
so I find my way
and up I go
and I brush myself onto
every single pore
circling round your stomach
and straight up your chest
round your neck I play with...
..your neklaces and pendants
and once again I wish to go
through your teeth and your mouth
taste the autumn on your tongue
before the season changes
I may bring with me
a few drops of rain
to wash your face
with my see-through hands
but flying around
so long
so carelessly
the gods came upon
and grounded me
made me heavy
so heavy
I fell through the earth
but I crawled back from the depths within
my rebirth
and now I stand
the grass bows under my feet
and bones are crushed to dust
in my hand
I'm made of iron now
and everything is so heavy
and sturdy
heavy toughts
heavy acts
and my mind still lays heavily
on your hearth
I can't fly through your window anymore
So with my heavy steps
I mark the land
to find you
before I rust
and mix my remains with the sand
And when I arrive
I greet you with a heavy smile
And you smile back, just as heavy
if not heavier
I come closer,
I'm scared to lean on your back
cause heavy is the body they gave me
in your bed
I lean my heavy head
on you shoulder
and my sturdy
senseless face
can still feel the tickling of your hair
and your eyes
like a furnace, that melts me away
so my heavy hand moves by itself
lays heavy on your stomach
all the fingers
they are weights by themselves
they weigh a lot
like my soul
I would slip them gently
inside of you
but my soul, I can't
the iron itself is violent
and I'm gentle as iron can be
not to hurt you
too much
I may leave a few bruises
instead of a kiss
As I hold you in my
iron hands
nothing felt lighter
not the wind
not the fire
the heavynes of life
I have felt
So, on you I'm pressed
before I rust
hope I wasn't a burden
now go, I must
but
as I fly out
from the flakes of rust
you say the words
the spell, that gives me form
now im laying on your floor
naked and hurt
it hurts to have flesh
and it hurts to have bones
I want to be the fire again
that keeps you warm
I want to be the wind again
to enter you and leave
in your breath
I want to be the iron
so I can be cold and protective
but now I'm imprisoned in this
mortal coil
dragged down by worthless feelings
and needs
now these limbs
have chained me to the floor
I cant even lift my head
to see u layin on your bed
in these lonesome times
I feel 'lone sometimes
now the floor eats me up
the edge of your bed is higher and higher
then I see a shadow
as you stand up above me
I look left
I look right
I see your legs
I look up
with a smile
I see your face
You are the fire now
Its in your hair, and in your eyes
You are the wind
as you dance, and your skirt spins
You are the iron
heavy toughts have a home
within you
come closer
we don't need to go to bed
the bed comes to us
and your legs come down closer onto me
and now
I don't know where you start
or where I begin
