Halfway through the rampant clenching
Of my shrugged shoulders
Scent of rain harvest memories
Somewhere between
Skyscrapers and happy pills
In the lonesome steps
On the wet, rain-kissed bridge
Where I stretch out arms like wings
Begging for quintessential breath of meaning
Wishing for unveiling
Wings of the girl are fog-like, fragile
Silent, like screams of dandelion flower
Lost, like forgotten paper planes
She breathes
With an analogue clock
On the outside of her pupil
Splitting her iris
In fragments of waiting
Her steps crumble petals of a plum rose
As if all your bones were broken
But you still had to breathe
Steps count only when they move forward
The clocks behind my eyelashes
Know no pause
My heart is a harbor for wishes
Pick the roses growing out of my eyelids
Bring me the moon
In the warmth of your palms
While I wipe the bloodstains
Off your soul.
Olga Gojnić
