HOLD

I can touch her,
I can kil her,
I can welcome her in,
here and now i can drink from your breath
I can knot myself in her hair
and fly around the earth,
I can pulse inside her,
but she doesn't hear what I say,
my words drown in her blood,
she stands behind her wall of daggers
aiming her face at me
like a desperate message,
then she denies,
evades,
floats off on a cloud
with a memory that is not my flesh,
a shadow I have never worn,
she falls
through my eyes
back into herself,
from her body
back into her body.

Csoori Sándor.