Emotional boy
He’s unable to express
La coeur de la mer


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“The dark eagles, sleep and death,

Rustle all night around my head:

The golden statue of man

Is swallowed by the icy comber

Of eternity. On the frightening reef

The purple remains go to pieces,

And the dark voice mourns

Over the sea.

Sister in my wild despair

Look, a precarious skiff is sinking

Under the stars,

The face of night whose voice is fading.”

Georg Trakl.

Translated by Robert Bly; The Winged Energy of Delight.


Your side of our bed aches
To feel the ease with which
Your long curves slip between the sheets
Your pillow bereft of your breath
No longer sighs under the weight
Of your head as your cheeks
Caress its feathered down
The fetid air yearns to be disrupted by your scent
As you gracefully turn over
Reaching toward me
As the early morning light
Seeps through the shuttered window.


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