Love letters of a woman who can do nothing ,but love 

Are you willingly to show me your passport ,sir ? 
Where have you've been so far in life ? 
I care about everything you have seen . 
I've been to some insignificant places ,but not as major in referring as your Wonderland . 
Ding Dang Dong ! 
Time to dig down that Rabbit Hole. 
How I wished I have'been to China to carry oranges and tea for you . 
Do you recognise that Leonard Cohen song ? 
Well ,do as you want -don't response .  
I suffer in silence ....
We look indifferent at a first glance and yet we are so alike . 
We gotta be interesecting lines .Like scissors .

If our lines meet at the very Center we might make that damn scissor work . 

Words are only a bread that crumbled into pieces ,that I staff back into my mouth . I get them out and turn them to a hand fan . I "make" some air ,you took my breath away from despair of your unwillingness for breaking that hand fan down into the letters ,they were supposed to come back with my one way text . Letters turning into dancers ,turning into grandmas with the love of the whole world that could hug the corpse of my soul . 
Thank you for bringing me poetical justice  .

I was longing for it so long .....

 

As i have spoken about grandmas ,you came to earth the same day my grannie made this specific day special to me ,but we are not there yet or do you wanna be ? It's actual silly of me I'm so childlike and carefree ,but I get her signs -it's like you are  her gift to me . 

 

Thoughts and truth that has been hiding finding it's way back home . The unsaid cared to be unfreed after letting circumstances mishandle me . 
First time after a very long time I celebrate the coming of the sunrise . This time at the age of 28 ,  it kissed my feet . 

Excuse myself for bothering you ,I locked my eyes once so good in yours

they eyes, became lamps lighting the yellow of a European city at night ,warmed me up ,reflected in the river 

They swimmed inside me .

You had no permission to rebel the soldiers of my heart . They quit ! 
And you took a bite of it . You've been the bravest of them all . 
Now ,I dare you to have myself a bite of you . 

Eternally 

Everlasting 

Never ending 

in your bed sheets 

having parachute midnight party 

which show you like me to put on the tv 

what sonnets should I read , goodnight to you 

Tenderelly 

with caress for you 

and the fierceness of my "hate" 

Hate? Yes ,like I hate this song "That Way " you sung  a few months ago at the corridor. 
Thing is ,I love that song ,now .

(That's the level of hateness that consists in my humble being . In everything I "hate" , I truly love .)

There is a comfort in knowing all the things you know ,I know . 

You saw what I wore today ,it means I saw what  you wear yesterday ,but maybe you were too busy to crack the code . 
I love this and I love that . I love green and I love yellow . I love you in pink . 
. 

Are you running late ? Come run marathons with me and watch the sunset from a mountains peak . Do you want children ? I'll bake every Friday night homemade focaccias with you and the kids .   

Oh ...late for work ?
Okay ... Can I just sit by your side as a coffe pot ?

Or can be the coffee for the plot that runs in your veins and gets you by for the days of the week .  That's the ticket I'm trying to buy since the very first scene .

That's where I want to get a stamp for my Passport from . 

Breathing in ,breathing out . 

I leave it in Your hands God ,whatever You want this to be . Amen. 

 

July the 5th 2025

 

pizzas have been replaced by focaccias,because the poet doesn't like pizza 

 

July the 7th 

We get attracted to authentic souls ,because our deepest desire is to be ourselves . 

You taste maybe like all the fruits I love 

Love is a fruit in season 

Never ending story of consuming and consumed 

on somedays there is nothing in my home ,but fruit 

For I let my hunger be so wild 

it would unravel the soul I sought out to hold . 

You have it on your desk ,displayed as art,poetry ,couture .  

Dear cherries , your essence lingers on my tongue 

Forgive my desires 

Forgive me for I didn't know the cost of love . 

 

July the 12th

Thought : Something about fruit feels so vulnerable ,so gentle and so poetic . Somedays in the summertime I eat only fruit and in general I'm a simp for them ,my todays muse matched my freak and I wrote the poem above for his bag full of fruit . Maybe he's a poet ,too .