The stars live
seen from my bed
very deep
inside the window frame
Nice and cool you lie next to me
sleeping satisfied
my skin burns
where I miss you
in this longhouse, where we
only dared to make love
restrainedly, not used
to hear it from others
The rain rustles
that warm pleasure
of the children and for us
if there had been no neighbours
who would be ashamed
so we did it quietly
like the lash mites
when they mate
Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 3:35 AM UTC
The stars live
seen from my bed
very deep
inside the window frame
Nice and cool you lie next to me
sleeping satisfied
my skin burns
where I miss you
in this longhouse, where we
only dared to make love
restrainedly, not used
to hear it from others
The rain rustles
that warm pleasure
of the children and for us
if there had been no neighbours
who would be ashamed
so we did it quietly
like the lash mites
when they mate
