painting fresh

let me wipe your canvas

erasing the previous scribbles

you may once again paint

paint your fresh pictures

your new grace, or roll

on it as you drool

from your soft lips

that have kissed me much

or can i pick the raspberries

from my bush i have grown

before, to me, you were visible

and blow the worms away

henry victor          22.07.2018

    

care-taker

a mere care-taker

of your dancing stage

my heart

am i not?

dusting

and re-arranging

after each concert

for your next

fresh one

at dawn

with, for sure, pain

and pleasure to taste

before another rest

in the dusk

to dust my heart

and clean the blood

until you shut

the screen

to announce

the close of dance

© henry victor          28.01.2018

lessons to lessen expectation

you teach me love to love

from morn to night

expecting no ease for my life

as i, like the sun, give light

to those near and far

working from dawn to dusk

both with limbs and mind

serving those at risk

of losing their comfort

pushing me to let go my desire

to avoid moments of discomfort

seeking scenes to retire

© henry victor           08.09.2016

arms to embrace

you have given me much moons

and plenty of many an opportunity

yet i remain absolutely empty

but pleading from you for more!

awake now my soul! for it is time

to rise from sleep and slumber

to un-hoard the clutter of desire

in that nothing, the ego, act as if all

instead stretch your arms to embrace

the homeless, the hermits, the marginal

and the bleeding, walking also to the jail

to set free the broken-wing birds to fly!

© henry victor       02.01.2016