Elysium

Out of the mist of my memory
I try to pull whole chunks,
not in chronological order;
or maybe on a deeper level,
because they have an order
that only exists in my head.

Some instances emerge
of our effortless cohabitation,
lighting up my synapses
in the dusk of my past.

©PLH

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Belonging

I love belonging to you,
I love to be longing for you.

You who undrowned me
from the murky waters,
some like to call life.

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Faith

Loving you is like
walking upon water:
it just takes faith,
unshakeable,
in order not to
sink beneath
the waters
of everyday
life.

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The Black Slug of Time

Slowly it creeps forward,
the black slug of time,
its glistening trail
of half-forgotten memories
flows backward into the mist.

You just have to find a way
to temporarily stay
outside of time
with the one you love.

©PLH

The Genius of Love

The Genius of Love is
that it wants to be captured,
but also wants its freedom.

That is: it wants to be captured,
but only through its own will.
It seeks bonds that are soft
and tender, but only because
no one thinks about breaking them.

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Kafka

My general attitude
towards girls was ever
like Kafka’s Auf der Galerie:
two sentences that would
inevitably morph into
each other like hope and despair.

Until I met you, initially
locked in anguish, through
your utter unavailability,
but never despondent.

I even fled
for the need
to flee.

And there you were.

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Metamorphosis

Just when I think
I have no poetry
left in me,
she looks at me
and changes a
flamingo into
a flower,
or vice versa
and I am lost again.

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Archaic

Where hope goes,
fear will follow
says Seneca:
The nervous bird
of my soul
flutters undirected
within the dark dome
of my skull.

But walking along
my future graveyard
with you,
underneath
the rustling trees,
my fears are
laid to rest
and hope remains.

©PLH

Hero & Leander

How can I cross
the dark river
without the guiding
light in your window?

The strong currents
will swipe me away,
will violently suck me
into the underworld.

Where I will be waiting
for your arrival.

©PLH

Departure – Gate D79

I always thought I was well adapted

to the moment of saying goodbye,

but feeling your presence slip

I felt a sadness that was unable

to understand itself.

©PLH