In the place,
where I learn
Sense of guilt
october, 2023
Sometimes at night,
I suddenly become sad -
only by looking to the moonlight
september, 2023
I left my skin at home
Take a bath - baptized by the shore
Tearing apart your pretty picture
I prefer seeing a ghost
september, 2023
Come with me, runaway from all this mess
( I can’t promise anything except to give myself whole heartedly )
Gonna live free -
with the soil under our feet
Breathe the same air as those big tree
And to love each other like the sun who give us the heat
september, 2023
In my wildest dream,
I hear the cotton speaks -
about how lovely you are
september, 2023
I love her silently -
cause this world too crowded
For a people like me
august, 2023
And when nothing I could think of -
I begin to pray - let us love, let use love
until no more words to explain,
until nothing left to be complaint
august, 2023
But time want us to be free
I promise to keep it cool, even it’s more than forty degree
Our seed will be safe under this big tree
And soon I will go over the sea
august, 2023
And she greet me with kisses
Gently touch - flesh to flesh
April, 2023
At the deepest
of your heart, I know
You feel it too
April, 2023
If I tell you -
I’m poisonous and mess,
would you love me still?
April, 2023
Another hangover,
another skin I barely know when I sober
Some went away before the sunset over
The rest, too pretty to not be a lover
august, 2021
In the night, when the light of
the room started to blur -
I found your wet lips -
tasted little bit of lipstick
august, 2021
with all this mess
Cigarette butt everywhere
And still spelling your name
June, 2021
Keep my tears
For our last candlelight dinner
And let all the part of my bones
Become your prayer
june, 2021
The lips that touch each other,
november, 2018
I have a poem for you -
oktober, 2018
The lips that touch each other,
and the spit that make it wet
I just want to give you - the deep kiss
Your tongue spin
Like a roller coaster
You suck it hard - the lips
Come on darlin, make it more wild
november, 2018
I have a poem for you -
about your teeth
Your crooked teeth
I look at them always, while you speak
They sweet as honey -
mostly to say,
or sweet like your little brother sugar candy
oktober, 2018
Lot cups of glass
hanging on the rack
The longneck, rounded, all of them transparent
But there’s one cup -
different from the rest
The simplest, shortest, made of shiny brown
I pick it always -
cause brown reminds me of my mom wedding gown
Other than that, I pick it always -
cause you pick it too
september, 2018
I miss your perfume,
but smell of your flesh better
I miss chaos inside your bag,
but a mess in your hair enough for me
I miss golden ring in your middle finger,
but your dirty nails - I make a poem about it
I miss your ankle bracelet,
but seeing you barefoot make me smile
I miss tank top you wear when you sleep,
but your mango shaped breast gives such heaven to me
I never photographed it one by one
But it always there,
It still on the some place I can’t explain where it is,
but I know it by heart - what it is
august, 2018
I like your nails
Your dirty nails -
you peel mango skin so badly
You’ve got that dirty, beauty mess
But just let it, please
Let it be dirty
because all myself dirty
because all myself pity
Can I jump there ?
I will swim in your dirty nails
I will swim there,
eventhough it’s paranoia
But let me drown,
let me collapse
So the only thing worth to remember -
all this dirty moments
august, 2018