Aatlein

In my frozen dreams Here you are: A stone at the bottom of a river Blue and green between my bones A knot in my belly... All there is left is cold mist Gathering At the foot of our mountain Aatlein 2010

First snow on its way the scrunching of ancestors under my soft steps Aatlein 2012

unquenchable under pine trees carved in shadows noble you gave me a thousand-year-old rose and the seconds elapsed around the bend of a secret path Aatlein 2012

the sting of the needle - yaba i hear you calling within my aurora womb (where the water lily blooms) blue winged, delicate you hover and fly away Aatlein 2011

my last spring in rice fields leaning between your arms cher monsieur doll floating on top of the world delighted by bubbling flesh – the candied lemon grass in the sea; chewing your blond locks outside of myself in each of your gestures. Waiting for time's parentheses made of raw fish and wild herbs Aatlein 2011

In the shadows of the temples Peaceful and golden The night was whispering Its dead stars' melody Your fingers were still warm Palpitations of languid centuries Integrated and hostile We did not see the demons The sea's white incense

the back deck of our house lights up with the night your hands grab at my skirt will you leave as your father did on the liquid roads the candle ... suddenly the wind Aatlein 2011.