Priest nights

 

I remember.

 

Your fascination for me.

 

Church walls, full of people.

 

You couldn‘t even concentrate.

 

Starring at me

 

until I had to leave.

 

 

 

I remember.

 

This Sunday morning at 4 am.

 

Me, the lack crow in the coat.

 

Stockings and overknees.

 

The black hoodie in my face.

 

The drawings in front

 

of these church walls.

 

Me, creeping away.

 

 

 

I remember.

 

One of these rainy winter evenings.

 

I walked across your holy house.

 

Tears in the rain.

 

All these questions on my mind.

 

I have searched for you.

 

 

 

I remember you.

 

Knocking on my windows.

 

So hungry for me.

 

I remember the flames in your eyes.

 

My fingers in your mouth.

 

My head bumping to the walls.

 

This fire.

 

copyright by Magical Whispers/I. Normann, 08/09/2019