Blooming seeds you had on
your tongue when I kissed you
on the streetcorner in blaring
sunlight

I wanted to taste them,

and later recalled how thin you felt
your ******* against my chest
subtle enough

but I pulled back

The lightpond where I sat
that's the place where
shimmerish fish float the
smoky air

You caught one and
got drunk on its blood

That ***** look I'd never
seen you wear as you took
my lips in yours

and when your bloodrough
tongue touched mine the
seeds were grown

"Sommersprossen,"

I whispered into your mouth
as you bit off my lip

Thereafter in your starry
room you took your knife
and I mine

"Ich bin allein
Bereust du?
Wirst du?"

Our hearts in our hands
spat their deathred mess
and soaked the sheets

Drunk on each other
with lips cherryred
to you I whispered
and to me you,

*"Dû bist mîn
Ih bin dîn"