Was willst du, was brauchst du?
- what do you want? What do you need?
Would the smell of my hair,
Or touch of my hand surfice?
Or prehaps solve everything?
Or do you need more?
Possibly the sound of my breath,
Could ease your beating heart;
Heavy and upset.
Or the taste of my lips against your own,
your neck,
your skin
- prehaps that could help to still your sense of unease,
Your certainty that nothing is quite how it should be.
And if not, my dear,
If all my attempts remain futile,
And lead to no bettering
The last I have to offer are my eyes.
Look deep, lover,
Pull me apart, piece by piece,
bit by bit
- and do not be frightened by what you see.
Until no doubt remains that you know every colour,
line and speck and space.
Then tell me, sweet one,
Is it all gone?
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 6:05 PM UTC
Was willst du, was brauchst du?
- what do you want? What do you need?
Would the smell of my hair,
Or touch of my hand surfice?
Or prehaps solve everything?
Or do you need more?
Possibly the sound of my breath,
Could ease your beating heart;
Heavy and upset.
Or the taste of my lips against your own,
your neck,
your skin
- prehaps that could help to still your sense of unease,
Your certainty that nothing is quite how it should be.
And if not, my dear,
If all my attempts remain futile,
And lead to no bettering
The last I have to offer are my eyes.
Look deep, lover,
Pull me apart, piece by piece,
bit by bit
- and do not be frightened by what you see.
Until no doubt remains that you know every colour,
line and speck and space.
Then tell me, sweet one,
Is it all gone?
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