him again.

I will talk more about you K.
I will talk more about how paths crossed and spirals elevated life ceaselessly.
How you led me out, leaving Deep into a crispy clear snowy Berlin morning, lifetimes ago, it seems, 2005. The birds were singing, our ears were still tingeling from a long night of electronic waves crashing on board. You held my hand, lightly, the virginity of the streets as we walked down to were I lived. The brunch and the moments of no talk. Your philosophy and take on life. How you breathed the fresh air and how I knew, that I'd be alright, alright without him. That me too, I was to venture into a land full of surprise.
A light kiss only at the metro station. Light footed you disappeared. Little did I know, if ever, or at all, we'd meet any other way. But the spiral took me longer and higher, and I would have never even written fiction about you.

I will write more about Los Angeles' dirty streets later... The insanely expensive keyboard my sister bought and on which Stevie Wonder had played before.
This is all gone right now, but I feel it, all the same, beneath my skin. And I felt it with you. I know you have seen the change. And I appreciate you for that. I do.

Your hands left me in a maze. Amazed. Trying to find my way out through all the new ways and paths that they opened up to me. All the possibilities of which only very few will come to fruition.
But knowing you is such a possibility in itself already.
Punctually you have appeared in my life, quietly opening doors for me, without even knowing it. By just being you and enjoying it.
And even though you don't open up and keep the walls tight with the same smile with which I protect mine I have seen the glance in your eyes and your words that were full of wonder and surprise.
You know that I have the power to push.
And I know that you have the power to inspire.
You know that I can be, after all, very critical of art. And you know that I support you effortlessly.

There you are, boy, in the shades of the morning dawning upon our battlefield of love.
The intertwined blankets and my hair all tangled.
Your arms holding me, all of me, caressing the landscapes and honoring every cell.
Exploding the well.