We

We were who loved us before we were who we are,
because I was lost and curious, looking for a star

And when I found my universe, I finally had a home,
an address to belong to, never lonely when alone

Then we became a family, some strings placed in my hands,
I learned to tie them to my heart, the knots weren’t all the same

And then we grew, and we became a larger community,
with music, food, and humor… and a certain suffering

We were told we were a nation, but that nation was a dream,
because all the fairytales we learned, we wanted to believe

And now "we" is a strange word, like where we went to school,
the building’s long since been torn down, but the stories still sound cool

We’re back to where we started then, and "we" is who loves us,
not who ought to, or pretends, but truly, in spirit, and trust.

©05.12.19 ebn

Love is a sweet lie

love is a sweet lie
... that kiss, like fire,
that made me all the more thirstier for you;
or when I found that nectar between your thighs
that made me tremble
for fear of living forever;
or the words you poured into my ear
like an aching sob of shameless confession
that made me want to cut a hole in the universe
and make a nest for us there...
I would marry you with my lips,
undressing my heart in your arms
and giving in to the whispers of my soul
(that doesn't know
I paid for this feeling).

© 03.07.19 ebn