Eyes sliver open languidly, feel out the corners
Stretched, palms pressed against white walls
Pull the covers high above my head
Building courage to greet the day

Lungs fill with a familiar scent
Smile, reach and caress a glowing cheek
Next to me, he turns, all elbows and sighs
Find him  in a second with tingling toes and fingertips

Untangle the limbs and sheets
Firm and nut-brown, coarse in the right places
Soft in the best places, he's flawless
Dare to disturb the rhythmic breathing


Wake up, I whisper
Coffee, he groans

The moon only wants everything,
her net always cast;
greed versus gravity.

The only things Earth cannot
hold fast to
are oceans and imagination.

fruit flys, umarm mich
die, the filth!
you take what is lacking in me, the emptiness;
that is your sustenance.
I take from you everything, my act of disposal
is violence.
what kept your body, your fluttering,
was my
waste.
my waste of utility, life, being.
call it what you will, I hate fruit flies.