your waking body magik -------------------------------------------
where in the wild darkness
will i find you?
in the sky,
where the wind comes into you
like it does?
when will the muted colours inside me
become where your hands belong?
they're already there
& the maze of your living heart
is open towards some soft place
to call your own amongst me.
the gifts of my tongue
are smaller than the ones
in my chest.
& although i seem cryptic
in the thick of ghosts around you,
i'll let each secret slip from me
as the past recedes.
i remember how to melt softly
into the devils of the field.
but as i fall
into some version of milky sleep
i wonder where you are.
so i'll meet you
where fog creeps between eyelids
into your waking body magik
& my own.
I like this one. I think it's representative of your work I've read so far. There always a feeling that something is missing a longing of some sorts present in your work. I've noticed that too in other artists from your country. It's like you all love that place in a way but you want something else. Iceland is not the most romantic place on earth now is it? It has a redeeming quality though. It's brutally honest and that's what I'm searching for and I want to see in your work. Maybe you could recommend a poem where you think you reached that.