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
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