Monday, April 5, 2010


She came dressed
as a lonely girl. 
Not easy; at ease
with herself
by herself
for herself, 
on her own feet, firmly
planted in the clouds.

She stripped, lonely
layer after lonely layer.
Bit by bit, piece by piece,
shell by shell.
Standing there, 
beaming, glowing,
radiating, silent, 

She moved, 
breathed, touched.
Starch sheets, cotton shirts,
warm wood;
shoulders, legs, hair
moist skin.

She stepped away, took
away her skin, 
gathered up her layers
and returned.

1 comment:

  1. Mir gefällt and einem neuen Werk vor allem die Stimmung... Dass sie alleine sein kann und trotzdem im Einklang mit sich und dass sie den Platz gefunden hat, an dem sie scheinen kann...

    very nice one