Equilibrium

Posted by Kristina Yenko , Thursday, September 17, 2009 2:38 PM

Before the surface dries out
Before the basement burns down
Before the world is overwhelmed
Don’t tell me you give in.

To find it floating in my static dream,
This dream that colours life
And I’ve finally turned to my last page
To see you are stainless
To see you are living
Even though I am dying

My war is over:
Many things left unsaid
With no resurrection
With footprints caving in
But only in my sleep.

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Humid

Posted by Kristina Yenko , Wednesday, September 2, 2009 9:20 AM

What is it about evening light,
that has the air laced with sweet perfume
Bare neck and shoulders bathed with gold
And dandelions almost too rich to stand tall

The sky was painted over, a perfect uniform violet
Soft little bugs bumped into each other
and I breathed in the brimming fluid of life

Two strangers turned into dust
walking along empty ghost roads,
still warm from the day before

Then the last thread of sun melts along the curves
of hills, soaked in hungrily,
Gone.

What is left, is that small moment.
Just one memory.
The first night of spring.

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