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Zywa 17h
We do cartwheels
the bystanders call
for more, but my stomach
turns and the ceiling
turns too

Her face turns pale
I embrace her from behind
we dive into the depths
I feel dizzy, with a thud
I feel that there is a bottom

and then she swims away
Why are you going now?
For no reason, she smiles
at me with a sad look
Isn't it obvious?

I close my eyes
and watch her go, forever
a ****** to me, forever
her transparent face
fading in the light
Song "A whiter shade of pale" (1967 USA, Keith Reid, album "Procul Harum" van Procul Harum)

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Zywa 17h
My wish is growing,

I'm breathing life into it --


until it will pop.
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Zywa 1d
In bed I think you
close to me, I am -
my shapes in your hands
and can forget for a while

My belly on the inside full
of bruises, right there
I long for you, I want to feel
you and not know an hour

Clean and fragrant from the bath
happily ever after
******* and caressing
horsing around immortally

Do what I can do, dream
Take my mind off, change
my horizon until you are here
and eat something in between
For Maria Godschalk

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Zywa 1d
No goodbye: we stay

together, cheerful, nothing --


is for the last time.
For Maria Godschalk

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Zywa 2d
There is a lot I can no longer
do spontaneously
I touch myself with caution
and rather let you look

than act, but sometimes
the tingling of your
caress arouses unfulfillable needs
deeper and deeper in me

They are sleeping
in my cells, still
desiring to jump you
but your hands ward me off

as a precaution, so sensitive
are our skin and our bones
so painful it can be
to wish to be young
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Zywa 2d
Even when we're not

together, I feel your love --


and I'm one with you.
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Zywa 3d
The calm in your eyes
on me opens me
You lie in me
like a long l
of love

The light has licked you clean
it sings of you the glorious song
of our years, which bridge
everything that separates us
and clothes us in differences

For us, love is
still a thick word
of desire, the l
that erects
when I undress
Painting "The Particularity of Nakedness" (1987, Marlene Dumas)

Poems "7. The Particularity of Nakedness", "liefdeswoord" ("word of love") and "skryfode" ("writing ode"), (2000, Antjie Krog, bundel "Kleur kom nooit alleen nie" ("Colour never comes alone"

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