i want to
stay curled and cosied
and chocolated....forever
in my mother’s arms.

and the afterglow...
of your gaze...is the only
sweater that I need.

love
wounds me
with soft pillows
with tender lips
and fingers

leave me some music
that’s chocolate
for the heart.

there are some poems
that we leave behind
some that leave us behind

while some just live
silently
in the heart

crumble, sometimes
dwindle
disappear
die

and are reborn
when you smile again.

tell me
of something fiercer
than the love with which
i gaze upon you

of something softer
than the tenderness
with which i hold you.