Vere en Spieëls

This morning whilst shaving;

In the mirror my eye caught

A face with a smile,

Mine.

Dankie.

For you I will pluck the birds in an aviary,

For a rainbow feather boa.

Millions of feathers for all the seconds

I pray to still share with you.

And then maybe when my fingers are sore,

You will put them to your lips,

And kiss them better.