Descending 500m

Her cold embrace I seek
Her dark depths I do explore
Far beneath the breathing world I find solace
I am descending 500m

(I thought up the first line on the silent cab ride back to my flat, I thought of incorporating that into a different poem... then changed my mind and placed it as the header for a black poem about scuba diving, hint "black".)

Leaving

The sun is vermillion today... that sort of orangey red color when there's too much dust in the air.
The air is so dry.
I feel so dry, parched inside.
I gotta get out of here.

You know where I want to be?
In a place where I can wake up in the morning and go to sleep at night and NOT be hassled.
Not hear an angry word spoken against me.
Not be on my guard,
Not have to watch my words,
I don't have to explain myself
I want to be a place where I can be me,
And I am loved.
And its not here, thats for sure.

If she loves me

If she loves me she will return in the Spring
As my garden is filled with flowers
And the poppies bloom with the colors of the rainbow

She will arrive in the midday
And come rest under the shade of my roof
(...)
We will watch as the evening sun ends in golden splendor
And in the twilight we will embrace.

(Uncompleted: YMC Jan 4th 2009)