Zywa

Zywa Defenceless

My eyes, turned away
read that you are defenceless

I pull and press, I rub your skin
carefully strip your feelings

and uncover your inner sides
tacitly sharing

the bed of your blood
in your foot, I feel the passion

for kind people like you
to now a little bit closer

the magic of love from my hands
over your longing body

yes, I understood you well
I'm sorry, but I must go now

Poem 118
Amsterdam, 2018-10-04
Foot reflexology massage
Collection: Heart's Delight
Keyword: Contact: touch(ed)
Dedicated to: C W

Zywa Without honey

We had tea without honey
The conversation dragged
What did you say? I askied
and he said it again

What could he mean? Searching
for clues, I prolonged the failure
of clear thoughts
by looking around

In the bar mirror, I saw a thread
of my scarf on my coat
It was like a scratch
There's no sense in talking

if you behave like this, I'll go
my friend said and he went
Fifteen minutes later I got up
The tea had become cold

Poem 1205
Amsterdam, 2017-03-12
Collection: Froend
Keyword: Goodbye: discomfort
Dedicated to: C W

Zywa Finger eyes

I shape you, foot by foot
massage your soles and heels
From the slices of your tarsal bones
I follow the traces through your body
to the heartbeat of your soul

The pinching helps me to understand you
cell by cell I discreetly sense
your dreams, what is streaming
I feel that love discloses your skin
and recognize who you are, inside

I shape you, touch you
massage you, touch you
I caress your outs and ins, seeing
with amorous finger eyes who
you are I understood your soul

Poem 152
Amsterdam, 2010-10-02
Reflexology
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly
Keyword: Contact: touch(ed)
Dedicated to: C W

Zywa Gravity

The house is cleaned up
my head is next

hands around a warm glass
lights turned off, staring

at a flame, unnoticed
burning up my worries

But my skull retains
something heavy deeply hidden

seeing no light, concealed
a desire

to live and experience
My skull retains

my centre of gravity

Poem 134
Rovio, 2009-07-16
Collection: WoofWoof
Keywords: Life: lust (impulse), Meditation
Dedicated to: C W

Zywa Not nice

Nice man
Saturday lunch
we feel rich

but soon we're not laughing anymore
he's crying
over a problem, I don't know what

to do
what is it that blows and turns
in his head and the people

what may they think
of him of me
I dont know him like this

I dont dare to
embrace him like this
this is not funny

is there then no one
to help me?
I count to ten

Poem 122
Vaison-la-Romaine, 2008-12-28
Collection: Moons
Keyword: Shame
Dedicated to: C W

Zywa Entry PUA

One of the many
relationships and projects
that have not failed
but not been finished

written down to be put aside:
#UK2008000269348 in the Register
of Private Unfinished Affairs

You stood up, just like that
  we had no conversation
  not in a normal way

  you just stood up
  left me behind in the sun
  with clouds in my thoughts

  whether we are friends
  have been friends
  whether and how it can be otherwise

  and whether you could come and stand
  nude next to me, just like that
  putting an arm around my shoulders

  help! an idiot!
  I really dont belong to him
  I dont know him, whatever he says

Poem 124
Vaison-la-Romaine, 2008-12-28
Collection: Moons
Keyword: Goodbye: discomfort
Dedicated to: C W

Zywa Expecting

I don't want to want, just
to be like everyone
warm me to the sun

on my balcony in the morning
receive what the day will offer me
and be happy, even if I'm not

I don't want to want, just
to hope that my blood doesn't flow
and new life will grow

warm me to the child
that invents personal names
and finds unbeaten roads

I don't want to want, just
to be with a man
satisfying each other and then

one more time, just as often
one more time, until I'm hit
and can go on, satiated

Poem 85
Amsterdam, 2007-07-22
Collection: Heart's Delight
Keyword: Desire (wish-dream)
Dedicated to: C W

Zywa But

In the tearoom, we pretend
to be good friends in turn
we bounceball our days

If only I could make contact
but with words, it doesn't work
Our hands are close together

We gaze outside
it can't be explained
although we understand it

And that already comes too close

Poem 65
Train Amsterdam-Nijmegen, 2007-03-09
Collection: Migration
Keyword: Goodbye: discomfort
Dedicated to: C W

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