...exposed skin displayed...

Penetrated shadows

Flesh slowly fighting hills
Meeting up in the deep sea of mistrust

Hearts buried in grey ashes
Forcedly connected by membrane

I still look down my stripped heart
With the authority of lost yearning

The rough liberation of life
Struggling with a gentle sensation of loss

Never more will a heart travel that ocean
Never will lungs fill exquisite moon strings

Sinking in the power of thrusts
Armed with distant feelings of despair
Crying out in the night as if it was the first

Trying to calm down feelings long lost
Taking control of my failing obsessions

As the night turns over I depart.

[James Soderman, 2002]