Nuttenhaus

Relax
Black garter belt

Latex gliding inside

Intoxicated customers

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Blue and Wishing

More rain yet to come

Fragrant air, wet grass and soil

Combined with my tears

A Short Conversation with Paint and Canvas

She dips the brush into the red paint

Her thoughts wandering in the deep

Yet her head almost falls to a faint

The talent is something hard to keep

She has realised that since long ago

But now it is simply nonsensical to weep

Where then must she seek the glow

The paint is leaving the brush little by little

She is becoming numb from head to toe

It is feared that she has become brittle

Such dreadful thought should be suppressed

As it is not something to belittle

Dear love, persevere for you are truly blessed

Waste the paint not and start your new quest!

Triumph of the Millionth Loss

It was not really a dream

more like shattered pieces of random scenes

playfully tickling my subconscious state

Blurred noises

Colour-blinded and retinas almost detached

What then has happened to it all?

The burden on my eyelids was almost unbearable

My sweat flooded the sheets as I was desperately gasping for breath

the very reality seemed to want to escape me

My head started spinning

as I finally opened my eyes

Good grief!

I heard the curtains chuckling mischievously

My room sighed in despair

Even my bed coughed up dust of exhaustion

Forgive me

I have wasted you again.

The Letter

When I whisper the words to you

do you hear me?

When I gently sweep your eyebrows with the tip of my finger

does it make your heart shiver?

When these lips land on your shoulder

does it make you surrender?

When our hands lose their grip from each other

does it cause pain in your heart?

When my hair brushes against your chest

does it make you moan?

When I mouth your name from afar

do you read me?

When I display my flaws and imperfections

do you accept me?

When tears run down my cheeks

do you reach for me to hold me in your arms?

When my soul longs for your presence

do you long for me too?

I hear

I shiver

I surrender

I’m in pain

I moan

I read

I accept

I reach and hold

I long for you.

A Serene Evening

The fireplace is singing with the sound of flickering flames

a scene of faeries and forest spirits dancing in the background

as if enjoying the warmth of the evening

Why then, don’t you also hear the flute and the harp

and the footsteps of little hooves

The tales of the Druids are being told

narrated to the tiniest bits.

The little girl’s eyes sparkle

a pair of strong and caring hands then lift her up

“Come then, my child.

A hearty meal awaits us.”

Laughter fills the whole room

the little girl mischievously puts a sugary cream on the baby boy’s nose

to which he gives a giggle of joy

The parents smile to each other, holding hands tightly under the table

Look at these wee angels, their hearts speak

Such beautiful gifts they are.

And the night comes, the lights are turned off

The faeries do what they like best

blowing sweet dreams into the tots’ ears

Deep asleep they are, as the mother and father watch from the door.

The moon emerges from its hiding

As the couple slips into the blanket, each in others’ arms

the little family finally bids good night to the world.