Breathing out loud

© Reinhilde Terryn



Once in a while

it happens in a bubble, pricked
by a wringing eye, from left to
right ahead right away : twinkling lights

between Scylla and Charybdis

a vibrant lava fence alike. Sometimes
under clouds that are by no means
defined, you find

what's lost in a tango

between two drowned lovers
mourning, well, let it
and keep me

from breathing out loud