here a battlefield
lipstick and fingerprints
on the mirrors
if words are gods
what will i say
to that child
who stands at the
window pane?
face in
clouds silent
she glow
in the balmy night
the quiet ocean
of
her ribs
as they rise
huginn and muninn
huginn and muninn
i was your shadow
at the furthest
distance of me
abducted and groomed
for ambition
hunted by
nameless fears
i fled for years
my hair turned grey
huginn and muninn
huginn and muninn
every thought is a dream
every word a moth in the flame