I see her peeping,

she looks back to me and then --


we are both ashamed.

I do feel peaceful,

however, in my longing --


I can't sleep at all.

Loosened from the ropes,

the bells are chiming around --


in their ecstasy.

When waking up
from my sleeplessness
I am tired

of the task
to create
a new past
anyhow

grafted onto
who I have been
with a family
and a mother
who knew me

to create
a second life
under a sun
bright enough

to warm me
and bleach
the shadows

Destruction, and then

the dust settles, the wind blows --


Of a new era?

He sniffs, grazing
he comes closer
Only the birds watch

Warm breath explores
the skin of my desire
I smell what it does to him

Carefully he licks me
I let go of the world
My body trembles

in my consciousness, nameless
in his eyes, this is real
Not romance

The pleasant strangeness

of your body, that body --


going its own way.

More bicycles here

than houses, that makes sense, but --


where are the people?

Empty waiting rooms

in the hospital, no one --


will become ill here.

Ouch, I fall down the

mountain, getting up hurts, I --


feel like a winner.

On the train, I rest.

The longer the journey, the --


more rested I am.

Everything is different, I am
really alive now, my friend laughs
Really, I dream

that the earth stands still
and the roses keep blooming
My nights are full

of expectation
and I will be saved
whenever it storms

No more accounts
of the benefits
of the doubts

about the future
of the world
and myself

Romance has no

boundaries: everyone and --


everything is love!

As if I mocked him
or Love, so wounded
he dreams me

on swift legs
a doe-woman
without bow and arrow

graceful, and shy
slender, and modest
wise, but a woman

subject
to his desire
to possess

my desires
sharp in view
as I run, longingly

looking at him, panting
entangled in his hands
until he is satisfied

I like to be soft,

but hard enough to resist --


the worldly hardness.

The sun wakes me right

in my face: impossible!


Is the earth tilted?

The movie actress

sits on horsehair, you see it --


because she feels it.

My toes on the ledge,

thinking how scary it is --


before I do it.

What year are we living in?
Is that song banned?
Shunned? Forgotten?
Is it that time yet?

Do men have better judgement?
Are they less fickle?
So women won't have to
be any more?

Don't they play
king and duke
like boys anymore?
Don't they brag

about conquests anymore
laughing at the jester
who says it's not funny?
La donna è mobile?

Does a girl really

need to learn to see herself --


as their *** object?

Neighbours: first a fence

needs to be installed, and then --


net curtains as well.

The house creaks, little

brother leans over me, says:


I'll never collapse!

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

To care about facts

and the actuality --


of a person’s mood.

Recovery can

take a long time, like waiting --


for what is over.

Stand still where you are,

don't pass by cursorily --


as if in a set.

Under the green splendor
of duckweed, the sun turns
away, fish disappear

natural
wonderful balance
of the night

the bed-warm water filter
of silver and silky
black feelings

the parasite flowers
on the waves of ebb and flow
under the large autumn moon

and my love is rolling
back and forth between friends
and lost

I am in love, what

a wonderful rush, a trip --


Peace and harmony.

Light dances out from the club
It colours the wind
in my net curtain

The rain rustles and splashes
in the greasy gleam of the wet film
over the mud road through the village

A woman and a man appear
and play in their underwear
They push and slide

Mud on their skin, I watch
and undress in the dark
Where is my darling?

Attention is nice

even from a distance, but --


I miss our embrace.

Through the shadowy grey
of who what when
the mornings are fuzzy

green of visitors that will dance
and laugh, tell stories
with many gestures

and always find a reason
to touch me and embrace
me intimately

It's all, but not enough
I don't want to crawl
away in my hole yet

Could I only hide
like the sun
and appear again

with wagtails in the garden
and playing children
outside

Just like yesterday,

they arise from my branches:


lots of dayflowers.

The click of the key
the shoes in the cabinet
the slight rustle in the toilet

and intimately the gleam
under the bathroom door, his smell
entering at my feet

I already know how
he slides towards me
carefully warming his hands

under his armpits
to caress me
from sleep to wonderful

and to make me stretch out
in a sea of time
where the wind rises

and hands and mouths
rush unstoppably
till the sky clears

And then
again

Colourful birthday!

Those who don't know don't know you --


Unfortunately!

To be touched
I have to
be seen and heard

speak sweet words
with a smile
Ever sweeter words

But you
give me perfume, a fishnet dress
and black-red lingerie

You like to explore
me as new
with pinches and kisses

the hard in the weak
curious about my cuddliness
and the little sounds I will sigh

You have so little patience
and pay me little
attention

Please hurry, help me,

I'm craving for attention --


Tell me a secret!

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

My wish is growing,

I'm breathing life into it --


until it will pop.

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

No goodbye: we stay

together, cheerful, nothing --


is for the last time.

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

Even when we're not

together, I feel your love --


and I'm one with you.

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

The broom is scenting

into my house this evening --


Falls asleep with me.

Because you like to watch
I tie you
to your desire

We are not at home
others peek with you
along the pillars

I know it unseen
blind because of the towel
with which I dry my hair

on the terrace for beautiful people
in the middle of the town, where beauty
gathers in the theatres for everything

that people are capable of
on the edge of reality
and their unbridled imagination

captured like you, your eyes
and hands, by almost
touchable perfection

My love wishes for

one more day and one more day --


that you stay alive.

Certainly, AI

isn't the future, it does not --


escape from what is.

So you think something

of me, my body, my clothes --


but do you know me?

The shaman welcomes

the spirits, their wisdom is --


sweating from his pores.

A cold winter moon

high above the rolling snow --


My heart starts pounding.