Seven

The most impeccable number

in all this equation mumbo-jumbo

is a sweet and simple seven.

Indeed, she is mighty magical and fine

a perfect, easy, early prime

It’s multiplies: fourteen for cupid

and all the lovers, twenty-one

brings freedom to the young

and twenty-eight – four weeks, four times seven

the shortest month of the year

three times out of four

four is only slightly more

than half of seven

half way up to heaven

or maybe adding up to seven/eleven?

Equaling seventy-seven!

Oh, the bliss, the clarity the power of seven!

It’s so easy being in seventh heaven

though, eventually, it’s time

to end it with this fine prime

Seven

Seven!

Seven!!

…Seven…

Things I like

I like gelato

deliciously cold

in varying flavors

from fresh, inspiring lemon lime

to deep, rich, luxurious dark chocolate

topped off with chewy brownie bits

or cornetto crema

the sugary, doughy crust

crackling between teeth

filling my mouth with soft vanilla

capsuled in perfect breakfast size

usually enjoyed with latte or cappuccino

I like antipasto

grilled artichokes, mixed with eggplants

hot peppers in olive oil and garlic

freshly baked bread, still warm from the oven

sprinkled with oregano and basil

and finished off with cool, white wine

and spaghetti

rigatoni, tortellini, tagliatelle

with fruity, blood-red tomato sauce

or spicy sugo all’arrabiata

filled with ricotta e spinachi

or simply as a side dish

to chicken pomodore e formaggi

but, most of all, I enjoy

indulging in dulce

panna cotta, tartufo e tiramisu

creamy, sweet, endorphine-loaded

worth every single sinful second

                     life is short after all –

always eat dessert first!

Ice cream dream

this is eternity:

a shiny spoon

full of rich, vanilla ice cream

sprinkled with chocolate and

tiny bits of cookie dough

The luxurious taste

comforting my aching soul,

lingering

soothing burning pain

and cooling my head

opulent flavors encircling me

like a security blanket

wrapped around my heart

reminding me

of lively chatter, sitting together

on a big red sofa

with friends

like stars in the skies:

invisible sometimes, yet always there

a safety net hugging my world,

adding sweet fragiola

to my black and white stracciatella dream

lovesick

„Well, at least he inspires you“

that’s what they say

my dear dear friends

when I show them pages over pages

of sappy poems and unfulfilled dreams

you do – it’s true

But I’d gladly give up

this overwhelming surge of creativity

and be cured from this disease

not that I don’t love it

the writing, the need to

pick up a pen and

put it all down somewhere

It’s just that

I’d rather go back to sleeping at night

not worrying about what to wear every day

and having a normal heartbeat for once…

Because you do that, too.

Keeping me from all that.

Not intentionally, of course.

I know that, I don’t blame you.

Au contraire, I salute you-

I bow before you, grateful and humble

for being in love is a happy illness – at least for me.

So, thanks – for all the inspiration.

Drowning

the weight of the world is

pushing me down

pulling me towards the ground

the earth is trembling, shaking

underneath my feet

Depths are opening, luring me in

swallowing me whole

need and greed and sorrow

lying heavy on my heart

weighting it down into oblivion

between the shadows of the earth

my body disappears, vaporized by heat, taken over

by love, lust, regret…

drawing closer to hell

than to you

temporarily unhappy

Love sucks.
Not the warm and fuzzy kind of course.
But this kind –
this love sucks.

It is the onesided kind
the forsaken, futile attempt
to make it work
against all odds.

It is the love
that came unexpected
uncalled for, unfitting
- timing is everything, you know

Love sucks
even when I see it in your eyes
especially when
I see it there, too

when I realize
it is not onesided
or at least not entirely
but our timing' not right

another time
another year
maybe
but now?

Now won’t work
not for me
not for you
not for them

Love sucks –

and timing's a bitch, too....

cowboy romance

„Hi“ –
Oh, how I love that voice! The low gravelling English with the ever-present American accent. I can hear the implied smile and I remember your face, the corners of your lips turned upward, blue eyes sparkling, white teeth showing – Oh, how I love that smile!
My body is shaking inwardly as I try to form words – somehow, I lost my voice when I heard yours. I try to calm my raging pulse and take a deep breath, glad that you can’t see me blushing over the phone…
I had almost forgotten the effect you have on me, but it all comes rushing back now. Last summer, the cowboy boots and wrangler jeans, our road trip, singing along to country music on the radio, getting lost, laughing, flirting…
I feel goose bumps all over my skin and I smile. If only you knew! But you can’t see me; you’re half a world away, as usual. I tried to fight it, even tried to forget you but it was no use.
I let it happen now, giving in. Still smiling, still shaking, still tachycardic, I finally respond
“Hi stranger – how have you been?” and in my mind, I silently add
“Did you know you had me from hello?”

Schedules

drowning between the treacherous lines
of a never ending to do list
obligations chasing away precious inspiration

blink of eternity

Time is running,
it’s speeding by.
Never looking back
into the Nevada.

Past, Present and Future
in an endless race,
with no winner, no finish line.

No Yesterday,
No Tomorrow,
only Here and Now.
Long enough to live, to breathe.

What once was can never be again
and what will be is need-to-know.

Time
is running
head first
into the dark

Can you keep up?

the attempt (of a hokku)

With wings made of stone
I'm burning in water, drowning in flame
on the way to paradise

On Poetry

Words
are tumbling out of me
dropping down on paper
like stones
disappearing from  the wall around my soul
freeing me of pain
    - and despair

Words
are falling softly
on the empty pages of my notebook
line by line
like teardrops
melting from the ice surrounding my heart

Words
meaningful little nobodies
powerful soldiers
    - exposed
an army of emotions
fighting
to break me
to free me
to save me

In the end
it’s so much more
than merely words

The dance

The way you kissed me
made my head feel dizzy.
And my heart stumbled towards you,
wanting you whole – body and soul.

We were dancing in circles
around each other.
Looking but never touching.
Eyes like fire, lips
like cotton candy.

The music moves our hips
and your hand touches mine,
pulling me closer
our fingers entwined.

The room fades out
the faces blend together
I start thinking about you
and me – forever

We sway together
to our own song.
The beat softly rocking our bodies
as our minds drown together,
sink deeper into this feeling
and start believing we are one.

your heartbeat in sync
             - with mine.
your thoughts
             - mirroring mine.
your lips
pressed against my own.

Tomorrow will be another day
but till the morning grey,
you’re here we me
dancing through the night.

creatures of the wind

Strong legs carrying me

long black mane

flying

in the storm.

your muscles contracting

underneath me

you’re nickering with joy

as we fly up the long, grassy hill.

Out here, there’s only you 

and me - an unit

Running, breathing, escaping

together as one.

Your body listens

to my mere thoughts

urging you on,

going faster still.

This is freedom.

This is living.

This is independence.

Only the winds are faster.

Happiness

is right here.

free

from everything else.

You and me:

Part of nature,

part of the winds.

Galloping -

into liberty.

 - inspired by my beloved little Annie -