It's our secret bed,

there in the dark, where we live --


dreaming together.

My kisses ask you:

please love me, I do love you --


because I kiss you.

We talk searchingly,

confidentially, as if --


we are weaving dreams.

Dad drinks Mama's wine,

thinking of the old days, when --


they drank together.

Being in love, blind,

but don't be blind later on --


It would be the end.

Such oppressive love,

after years of marriage --


of growing apart.

Love: forgetting you

know each other, discover --


each other once more.

She broke up with me.

Overwhelming! Finally --


something big happened!

He talks about her

all the time, so there's a chance --


it's almost over.

You don't have to say a thing
not even my name
we walk a bit

from embrace to embrace
securing all the preceding
deep in our belly

Maybe there is too much
to discuss, but soon
half words will be enough

and we will kiss each other
with poetic sentences
full of love in their gaps

like our whole life is
an agenda full of gaps
filled with friends

care and roses
experiences kept deep
in our belly without words