Dikt: ‘I write’

 “what do you do

you ask

not for a living

but to stay alive

what do i do for myself?

what reminds me to breathe

and makes the blood in my veins dance.

i tell you i write

trailing my fingertips

down your spine

gently caressing your skin

giving you goosebumps

fists clenching

and your muscles tighten

as i draw words

on the inside of your forearm

so this is what you do,

you whisper

you flirt with attention

i look away,


yes, i do

every night as i slide into bed

i let poetry seduce me

i have an ongoing affair with language

i find words so erotic

i really can’t help

taking them as my lover.”