Ventilator

Zomerhitte.

In de bezwengende momenten.

bezoekt zij al mijn gedachten.

Haar rondingen,

haar lange benen,

de innerwerking van haar brein.

Ik haal alles wat zij is

uit de doos van mijn herinnering. 

Gepassioneerd

maak ik contact met 

haar, en ik voel geen graan van spijt.

De verkoelende lucht 

danst haar vingers over mijn huid

met de kennis van een oude vlam.

De strelingen vinden de kern

van wat ik verlang

tussen mijn dijen.

Ik wou 

dat ik meer kon dichten

maar de zon vraagt al mijn aandacht 

als een jaloerse ex-geliefde.

Sinful love

My eyes will always find her,

even in the most crowded room.

She's like an electric fire,

sending sparks that make me bloom.

Just one look

is enough to make me catch my breath. 

I'm not ashamed to admit 

that I'm a puddle in her hands.

Her lips like cherry

dragging marks all over my skin.

I can taste the divine on her,

I can touch the sacred within.

Her lips like cherry

dragging taste all over my tongue. 

It's right here in this moment

that I know where I belong 

So if love is a sin,

then let the whole world be condemned. 

We can use a little hellfire, 

we can use ways to connect.

If love is a sin,

then let this be the end.

I will bury myself in her heat,

and leave my life in her hands. 

Community

Community 

Their embraces that

smell of alcohol and smoke.

Her smile that

let's me know that I'm home.

It's all I need 

to know:

Sometimes I'm lonely, 

but I am not alone.

I am not alone.

~*~*~*~*~*~

(They are glitter,

euphoria, 

and late night whispers.

They make me shine.)

Stranger

You're too disconnected to empathise.

To buried in ai generated lies.

Academies and maximising. 

Misogyny in a different font.

You're bespittled lips and faux anger.

Somehow thinking that makes you stronger.

Paying out of pocket 

for some piece of advice. 

You don't care that the world is burning, 

as long as you are still earning,

your weight in recognition. 

Real money is too expensive. 

They scream at the skies

And say they're in danger. 

You shrug your shoulders 

And say they're just strangers.

Hmm-mmm hmmm-mmmm 

You let them be strangers.

The world is in pain,

the world is danger. 

You tell me you don't 

recognise yourself in strangers.

Hmmmmm yeah

I'll let you be a stranger. 

Night owl

Night owl 

When the sunset 

hits the trees

my energy rises,

as does my breath,

almost in tandem.

My ears unpop 

after 12o clock,

much like a reverse pumpkin 

out of a fairytale.

The silence is decompressing.

My body relaxes 

and I feel hale.

I crave those moments I have to myself.

That cold night air is intoxicating.

As is the neighbourhood sleeping.

I am alone.

Let sleep take its time to catch me.

I need an hour of reprieve.

The only sound, the sound of you

and I breathing rhythmically.

I can stay, forever, 

just like this

and never get bored.

And never feel unloved. Ever.

Kip/Atilla

Kip/Atilla

Jaren geleden, 

voor de muskus 

zijn afscheiding over twitter liet gaan,

kwam een tweetje van mij 

in een Engels artikel,

en had het ipv hen/hun 

chicken/hun staan.

Misschien is dat

geen gedicht waard 

maar mijn brein leidt een ander leven. 

Want wat is meer non binair 

dan mij opeens de titel 

van een willekeurig object

of een dier te geven?

We're here!

We're here! We're queer! Get used to it.

I didn't know a wheelchair 

means no sexuality,

or gender,

or pride.

I thought it was me

that gets to decide,

not society

or my ride.

Hybrid piece with artwork