- not to listen to you any longer
to touch in the palm of your heart
the candle,
…
not to burn you out,
out of us two,
‘til reaching the end of its wax

to stop inviting you
always falling deeper
through the wasp waist
of all my dying dreams…

to stop waking you up,
alive
stretched out
over the same old, narrowed limits
beyond the window

to forget
that within this wound,
of a shadow
lied down in its tomb,
your silent angel
keeps on breathin
…
ask her to stop
the loneliness of her mourning

to stop waiting for you!

as your eyes
cannot see wings any longer
and your lips
can’t ever kiss again
the tears of a virgin…