uncanny

in an ideal world
we love each other
freely,
carelessly,
fiercely.

in this world
of our own,
there are no boundaries,
no fences,
no frights:
feeling fearless,
we can,
out there
in the streets,
just look
each other
in the eye
like mirrors,
and touch
openly-
hand in hand,
little fingers grasped,
closing a loving gap-
like there is
no danger,
no darkness,
no evil.

this world
is most strange,
unheard-of
in our present,
but it’s absolutely solid
in my words…
more than a dream
within my dream,
it’s a plan.

****

merry almost-christmas, everyone.
lots of love,
– F.P.

from human to human

i was born
and raised
in a way most parents
wouldn’t approve:
wild,
free,
full of hopes
and of dreams.

#6

“roadtrip”

like the drunken fools
we were
when fell down in the pool
with our clothes still on.

laughter echoed through the night,
ascending to a clear sky (so open),
being carried by a wind so warm,
(the screams of joy probably
pissing off the neighbors) and
inviting us not to think,
but just to be.

like animals,
our ignorance was bliss.
(ignorance of a night that was to come,
a night of ebrious foolishness,
strong friendship,
hidden loneliness and minor
misbehavior and trouble)

what a great time
it was to be young,
stupid
and alive.