I am so used to my body being an offering on your altar that now all the curves, flats and goose bumps feel profoundly misplaced and underused. They were made to be handed to you over and over, each time more. Without that, (without you) I just stand in front of a dirty mirror each … Continue reading
So I guess this is it. We are over, as we have been before. Except this time, we learned from our mistakes. This time, everything good must and will be trampled, All the maybes turned to dust, Any promise of a future together is to be incinerated on the bonfire Of our love. You are … Continue reading
Pozabila sem, kako dobro se prilegaš mojim dlanem, kako zlahka moji prsti drsnejo med tvoje, ko me gledaš s toliko neizrečenega, da se sprašujem, če se drugim okoli naju zdiva perverzna. Toliko drugih dlani me je držalo odkar sem te nazadnje videla in ti si prijemal druga zapestja, gotovo. Ampak zdaj je vse ostalo nekje … Continue reading
Going back to you is like crawling back home. It’s sweet and warm and known and there is something rotten in it. I want to curl up amidst the rot and let it cover me because a home is a home and you are mine. Continue reading
My body felt different being touched when I was younger Back then, When someone else’s fingers landed on me for the first time It was like porcelain butterflies and sugared violets on top of a creamy cake Flowy summmer skirts and electric fences It was the cracking sound dry sticks in the woods make … Continue reading
30.12.2015 Danes sem se vrnila na najino plažo. Saj veš, na tisto pod Strunjanskim klifom, na kateri Sva se prvič ljubila (pa ne s telesi, tisto je pomenilo mnogo manj). Plažo, na katero si me vodil za roko in vsake toliko S pogledom, Ki si mi ga poslal čez ramo v naročje. Skoraj bi prisegla, … Continue reading
You know how people sometimes say if a certain thing was a real person, they’d marry it? Well. If my apartment was a person, I’d marry it. It only makes sense. I love how I come home to it and it has that specific smell, not good or bad, but just a smell that exists … Continue reading
It was already dark when we met, and as I was crossing the road and walking towards her, she yelled at me a bit from excitement, like all girl friends do for some reason before they go out dancing. We walked to a nearby secluded park with some roman columns in it from the time … Continue reading
You know that feeling of utter cosiness, when you sit in your warm (probably way overheated) apartment, and the cold of the harsh, freezing winter weather on the other side of the window sills can’t touch you? And how it feels when you get that special feeling that someone understands you completely and is there … Continue reading
To stranger who lives in two places: My phone And somewhere just far enough That it’s too far: Call me dear like you mean it Call me yours like you have ever actually Seen how wide I smile when you do. Tell me the sweetest goodnights And the earliest goodmornings, Like you lay right beside … Continue reading
My life and unicorns. 