Small satisfactions

29 February 2016

 

Whispering

They invoke heartbeats

Laughter shines

Between sighs

Their hands draw the lows and highs

Each other’s confines

 

We are them

A glorious emblem

Of waking

In the love

Mantle of joy from above

Gracing our shoulders

 

Our smiles light

Lips exhaling slow

Broken days

Breath of nights

From times our jaws were set tight

Like life rope walker

 

Walls shudder

From growing fusion

Of bodies

You or me

The borders I cannot see

You end I begin

 

Then I end

Within your debut

Hushed fiat lux

When you grow

Fairy wings that I now sow

With my dying breath

 

Downtrodden

Small satisfactions

Console me

Like fingers

Brushing soft across my face

Wings of Angel’s grace

 

Reading of the poem: 

 

Little things – Lotte Kestner

Wait for me – Lotte Kestner

Halo – Lotte Kestner