Bedroom

Photo: Tibu Borgstén

I feel like wanting to write to you

without words to pick 

from the streets that I´m walking on.

But to move very carefully with

my so empty hands

something out of my heart.

I feel like wanting just to sleep

for days, months and years

in your dark bedroom.

Like a northern animal

I feel like home there

smelling at the fragrance 

of your clean and fresh sheets.

I´m falling to winter torpor

stretching out my little bare toes

after planting few of my dreams

under the snow and the wisdoms

we hardly can hear,

like when the wind blows by

by saying;

I love You -

I really do.