...אז לפעמים אתה חסר לי

One of these mornings 

It won't be very long 

They will look for me 

And I'll be gone

עשרימ וחמש זה רציני

לילות כאלה

with a suffocating absence of air 

as the candles burned 

shedding a soft, ever-fading light on our bodies

your hands and the freedom 

of your movement 

your skin on mine

and the passing hours of the deep night

brought me here

                                                 it's lighter, 
                                                                      happier 

Intellectual Compliments

You look just like a pre-Raphaelite painting today. 

To be consumed by your gaze, your embrace.
I've hallucinated, both in the transience in-between state of sleeping and waking and in moments of seemingly full alertness, your presence and your touch.
I move between desire and sadness,
Your absence guts that which gives me balance.

All Day in Bed

She became so intimately acquainted with her bed, the sheets, and the duvet that it was almost indecent. 

she wanted his eyes
to say it all, while his lips
said it otherwise

Tomorrow is the first day of Hanukkah. It'll be a year since my grandmother passed away.

I need to stop missing you.

Sleepless in Seattle is such a great movie. Why am I doing this to myself? More importantly, how is it that I've never been to the Empire State Building? Why on earth did I visit the Rockefeller Center without first going to the Empire State Building?

Horrible Idea

Watching When Harry Met Sally after a full day at work that followed a night of sleepless tossing and turning. It's the fast lane to puffy eyes and tear-stained sheets. I'm like a five-year old deprived of chocolate ice cream, but without the satisfaction of throwing a tantrum. It's awful.

She hoped for the last scenario, the very improbably one, so steadily that she started questioning her sanity. Waking up in a sweat, the covers at the foot of her somewhat absurd, grand bed, she was terrified of opening her eyes. Wiping the warm pool of sweat down towards her navel, she started shivering. The room was already brightly lit with the sunshine of the day, a sunlight softened by sheer linen curtains. Without opening her eyes, she pulled the thick ocean-coloured covers over her head and finally let her eyelids open. She reached her arm out of her cocoon-like fort, in a reflex-like fashion, towards a glass of water sitting atop a stack of several books. 


Mornings were easy; evenings were far more difficult.

Ladybugs on the windowsill
deep into December
leave me perplexed 

gonna wash my hands of you

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