Three Poems

Cleanliness

I would like to wipe myself clean,
Like the way one cleans the screen
Of a mobile phone.

Scrub
With paper
Until the greasy fingerprints
Polish the glass.

Passion

I would like to unwind in your wet heat
The way this dry leaf
Unlocks itself
In my teamug.

I would like to be Big Brother
And have a panoramic view
Of your movements in your bed.

Longing

There are great distances of silence, inside.
I would like to float along them, and come back to this body
Only to sing myself sadnesses
All in hollow vowels.

Oh, Aah, Aaw.
I don’t understand my own song.
The vowels are not only those found in English.