I met a man.

I met a man,

Not very long ago,

The difficulty now is

That I forgot his face,

His height and his colour,

I guess I never knew that,

But I remember his scent,

The smell around his neck,

The breath through his hairs,

I remember his wrist,

Strong and edgy,

Smooth hairs on his arms,

I remember the palm,

Dry and warm,

I remember not many things,

But I remember I met a man,

I wanted to meet him again,

And I did meet him again,

And again I forgot his face,

But I remembered his cheeks,

Longing and waiting,

I remembered his lips,

That I found were all mine.

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Ache

​My throat aches,

Between the brows,

A little below, between my two eyes,

It aches,

Like sounds and words do,


Stuck like after a thong of hammer,

Faintly vibrating with dry pain,


The pain of complaints,

Of rebels, and of fingers

Pointing in all direction.


Chaos is not the word,

Crowd, unsatisfied,

Taking and accusing,

Yelling and laughing,

New bees with digital power,

With a broad mind and a tiny door,

A little ‘enter’ door, 

A huge gap of ‘My throat aches,Between the brows,

A little below, between my two eyes,

It aches,

Like sounds and words do,


Stuck like after a thong of hammer,

Faintly vibrating with dry pain,


The pain of complaints,

Of rebels, and of fingers

Pointing in all direction.


Chaos is not the word,

Crowd, unsatisfied,

Taking and accusing,

Yelling and laughing,

New bees with digital power,

With a broad mind and a tiny door,

A little ‘enter’ door, 

A huge gap of ‘exit’.