to my soulmate

Nelma Franke

now,
when you are dead,
I speak

the soil
the earth,
the people

whether it moves or not
whether it speaks or not,
you loved them

everything was holy
and all words you spoke
where shallow paradoxes
running through the world

you where the host
showing people
from other planets
our house, our life

but two days ago you showed me
that your legs looked like matches

and you smiled

poem made by my partner and friend for life, Peter Seij

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