My Vortex

Heat leads to illusions
Humans, desert and mirage
But I float through the colder winds
I love, and sink deep into the vortex!
I don't know where I wake up
I don't surely search for water
I drink the gift my vortex gives me
And I bathe in your whirlwinds.
I land on random dunes
As howling winds sweep me by
I do not wonder around in darkness,
I am the calamity that leads to light.
I burn myself in the pages of History
For in every passage I unite with We.

And in the wavelengths of your face
I explode into unknown pieces
And through those fragments you keep me,
Giving me a hidden dimension
Where fruits of fantasy host a treasure hunt
For a year now, I have hunted
And have been hunted down
For the treasure can reach my deepest depths
Wrestle with me in the dungeon, unknown.
In the soft, wet world light shines in intervals
An interval lights a matchstick
Four pupils dive into each other to close
As the matchstick begins to fade
The explosion initiates,
Lips, hands, neck, eyes, bosom
Sweat, tongue, sound and union.
A certain poem has turned a year today!