Summer dreams and fried eggs
You live in my dream like a child that plays in the playroom of a castle behavior that arises in my childhood clumsy and silence flowers no butterflies in my stomach nor do I lay eggs in the silent night water guns and fresh fruit jelly surround your innocence with my smile soon the night approaches with fried eggs at the painting of the hunter and the dove we travel to a new river together to capture our dreams with naivety.
© Hector Havermout
Prose for kitties
the garbage can is hungry
poets left superfluous
with you beyond the horizon
life takes place in a dream
the bed located in a swampland
soggy is the wild life
dancing pussies open the ball
while I merrily continued.
© Hector Havermout
I hear your sweet voice
in the breath of the blue night
while you enjoy love tight
with your trained body language
deeper into a mysterious story
caressing about self-willed sentences
averse to having to or commanding
soft with intensity of a kiss
every time we do it again
by failing, repeating it over and over
of the senseless stuttering of then
the blue night silenced us in silence
nowhere to get a drop.
© Hector Havermout