Sometimes I wonder

when will my surrender be complete

when will I give my heart fully

and not reel it back in

when will I say ‘here I am’, stretching my arms open wide

and not turn back around into my own embrace

sometimes I wonder, how will this life of mine unfold

if I keep keeping on like this

and then I realise

it is not by might

nor by power

But by the Spirit I run away from



Her eyes like whips they shoot and strike you wherever you are

she is fire that incinerates you

with the smoothness of her gaze and the sharpness of her tongue

any poison can be undone

her body a mixture of exclamation points and question marks

you can’t help but drink of the breaths from her lungs

meet her with fire if you want not to be burned


A head on your chest

Just for some rest

Reassurance and the peacefulness

Only love’s heartbeat can give


An arm over your head

Her heartbeat like the sound of waves

Taking you home

And rocking life’s worries away


Eyes closed

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Only love’s heartbeat like cleansing waters, kissing the shore

You carried my soul when my liver gave up

clothed my nakedness after I got spit out of the river

You drafted your own breath into my lungs

How was I to know death would be my first real life

How was I to know losing all I hold is the only way to gain true life

With each kiss, awakening anew

A draw for the heart, another for the lungs, several for the stomach, the esophagus, etcetera, etcetera.

Behold, death is a living thing on the altar of giving love.

Dorst hangt

De dorst hangt er

Als een hemellichaam

Boven mijn hoofd

Rondom mijn universum


Om toe te slaan

voordat mijn verhemelte

het gerucht van verschroeiing

Kan proeven

De dorst hangt er

Eeuwig op de achtergrond

om op te wellen

Bij de aankondiging

Van die ene

Heiligen naam

Als een hemellichaam

En valt

In miljoenen schilvers

Tegen mijn mens zijnde behoudenis


Someday you realise

Those aren’t just hands

They are for arms that could hold you

It ain’t just a mouth speaking

But lips you could kiss over and over

And over again

It’s not just eyes

They’re mirrors you could see into even with your eyes closed

Someday you realise

They are just another part of the wholesome you


I’d like to wrap my arms
around your shoulders
and tell you of the worlds I had lost
but found back in your eyes

I’d like to cover your eyes with my smile
and whisper tales of the sensations I thought I’d lost
that came back to life
in your taste buds

I’d like to exchange your clothes
for my soul
For I believe you are too good
to be marred by this world