
This piece from Margins of the First Draft makes me think I wrote better poetry in my teens than I write now.
6. a Prayer was chanted
Here I lay
In the darkness of my room
Praying to all the Gods that I know
That someday,
Somewhere,
Someway
We can meet each other
And have conversations drunken on wine
Poetry on the Margins #6 If There’s a Next Life
If this one is not enough...
I hope to share one another in a way
that goes beyond great sex.
It feels more
intimate.
But...
I do hope we would have a lot of
drunken nights on wine and walking hand in hand on a dark avenue.
And when I get tired, I'd just plop my head down on your shoulder, and then
you'd smile and stroke my hair or kiss my forehead.
And I would feel so warm and safe and cozy... and yet —
If I licked you,
would you be mine?

There's more of my work:
If you like short stories I have them scooped up into one category (including the six-sentence stories).
Or maybe you prefer poetry,, more personal entries can be found at the Blog.
There's also the IT studies blog in Estonian and "Chaos in Spring" on YouTube, Spotify and other streaming services.

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