to give it a name

it appears out of nowhere

and even if I guess it

or not

I pretend to be too clever

to water its roots

with lacy butterflies of hope

too busy, too awake

to walk the walk of dreams

daily surrendered to dawn

like freedom 

by caught and trialed killers

and when it stings

like a bee that knows all about 

honey

all about petals and fate

it feels grateful and peaceful and forever

lost

it appears out of nowhere

it floats

and the blood carries it everywhere

obeying its deep undisputed route

to the heart

where some day

you may turn

a London bus

Frostbite

walk with me into the polar night

cold is the new heat

[didn’t you know?]

you like to watch blood penetrating the snow

do you want to touch it?

the climate will change

the oceans shall rise above our chins

and turn our fur to white

the sun shall linger under the horizon

patiently restrained by strings of darkness

[the sun shall never come up!]

walk behind me, the winds are strong here

I will teach you the language of killing

the peek-a-boo with fear

 the waiting under the ice  

[do what you’re told!]

you will learn me

when crawling is about to begin

you will shiver

when the edelweiss bursts through the skin

beneath the claw

like a frostbite