Lover

She used to

send me

to the stars.

Three Haiku

(...)

View from bus stop:

glowing ants

in motion.

(...)

Under red lace:

my skin

untouched.

¨Outside¨

Looking in:

Christmas tree glowing

in a stranger´s house.

Christmas

Lights: you and me

walking under

fallen stars.

(...)

There are so many beautiful fantasies around.

There is just one thing that is real. That real thing

is the most beautiful thing.

It's you.