You do protect friends,

for them, you accept to be –


someone's enemy.

You eat of the past

only the halal portion:


the bloodless stories.

You find your own laws

of nature, because you choose --


your observations.

You flow in my blood,

alive in me are your spores --


Wild Wonder flower.

'You haven't changed at all!'

He laughs at his compliment --


that is a question.

You have to look back

now and then to catch a glimpse --


of where you're going.

You have to pay: be

beautiful, and nice, and hope --


it is sufficient.

You have to play out

time to experience it --


it is so fleeting.

You have two arms, so

bow them nicely around me --


then it is for you.

You hear the echoes

of guides everywhere, despite --


the signs 'Silence Please'.

You jumped off the bridge,

today your name has surfaced –


in the news items.

You jump the queue, but

why do you want that, your soul --


being left behind?

You keep coming back,

till I no longer dream and --


you no longer go.

You know me, and yet

you want to be with me, still –


want to stay, don't you?

You know my life and

with all your experience --


you show it to me.

You know the feeling

of not belonging, being --


different, a guest.

You know the feeling

of not belonging, being --


different, a guest.

You left me behind,

in the sun, but with a cloud –


drifting in my mind.

You left us behind,

there is distance now, increased --


by a few letters.

You'll find pointlessness

when you search from the outside --


for any purpose.

You'll live long enough

to celebrate successes --


and suffer failures.

You love me, you do

know what love is, and that is --


why I know now too.

You more or less know

what kind of day it will be --


Now you colour it.

You must come with me,

I don't want to beat my way --


through the rain alone.

You must leave the nest,

even if you can't fly yet --


then you'll have to hop.

You, my sweetest word,

make me human, you create --


a world inside me.

My love is a man
he withdraws

still a child
but without parents

searching for the beginning
of a better world

an order like when
he was small, and he looks

at his hands, not as hard
as his father's

which made him feel
that sometimes you don't have a choice

and need to
but that it is seen

and rewarded, if you are strict
for others and yourself

because the cloak of discipline
can cover everything

After my education is the party
Everyone at table, now
we are going into the world
solve the problems
There's nothing better

We can do it
We are entitled to it
Everything is possible
Who does what?
Who has a plan?

.....We didn't agree
.....and that was against us
.....The deal is off
.....No happiness for all people
.....Mission Failed

.....A hard lesson
.....to be more or all the less
.....realistic
.....or both, if you can be young
.....and old at the same time

You only need to

understand yourself, really --


no one needs to know.

In amazement have I seen your face
you seemed to be so different today
your ears deaf
your eyes closed
an empty mouth
with hollow words
and no one listening
      
but it really is you
bye loved one that you were
I leave you over there
beyond the broken bridge
      
no use in talking, or shouting
there is a lively road
ahead of me, for me
a one-way street
of gladly being alone
free in my heart and
free in what I do

You put on some thin

farewell words, with a vague smile --


you left shivering.

It's your eyes
.. but even more
it's your sleeping body
.. against my chest or my back
it's the very beauty
.. of your desire
.. when you get up
it's your smell
.. that almost isn't there
.. and most of all
it's your hands
.. that take care of me
.. in between making me
.. inconspicuously feel
.. under my clothes
.. that it is true

Your child, it reflects

your faults, you must look through them --


to see who it is.

I was in love, I ate you
and drank you in, wanted more
and more of you, your sweet
poison for my never
satisfied needs

The world revolved its days
around us and blew its winds
which didn't seem to affect me
but now, in November
everything has become thinner anyway:

the kisses you give me
   the tenderness that feeds my longing
      your desire in my blood
         my skin under your absence
            and the pink cloud in which I live

Something is wrong
something is missing
it had to grow big
before I could see it
and taste the bitterness

Your despair against

my hope, nose to nose, only --


a door in between.

You're angry. No way.

You are! You quarrel, again --


you contradict me!

You're asleep, I know,

nothing does matter, nothing --


is more important.

You're desirable,

a fridge, ajar and steaming --


The fire leaking out.

You're getting older,

tomorrow is not at all --


the day that would come.

You're missing something,

so we wait, impatiently --


you break off your search.

Your eyes look, look
at me, they count
my freckles, gauge
my mood and drown
drown in me, in me

Your eyes cuddle, crumple
my hair, they kiss my lips
nestle against me and
long, long for me
you long for me

I'm only here a while
but I did see you
I didn't scorn your love
even though I have to go
and the world keeps turning

It will pick you up again
with this song, that I give you
my song about your eyes
I've seen them
don't wait for me

Your eyes speak so pure,

in a clear language, your head --


does not need a mouth.

Certainly, I can recognize
your belly
with which nobody else is familiar

and if you had no arms
no legs and if possible
also no belly anymore

you would still be exactly you
even without hair and ears
would still have your faces

being enigmatically
and incomprehensibly
yourself, no matter how

I experience you
in admiration
with open senses

and in the curious amazement
of anyone who is taking notice
of you, then wishing to stay

Certainly, I can recognize
your belly
with which nobody else is familiar

and if you had no arms
no legs and if possible
also no belly anymore

you would still be exactly you
even without hair and ears
still would have your faces

being enigmatically
and incomprehensibly
yourself, no matter how

I experience you
in admiration
with open senses

and in the curious amazement
of anyone who is taking notice
of you, then wishing to stay

Branches snapping under your heels
your hands in the trousers-pockets
like a man -- seemingly carelessly
you stroke out for the hill
Then you always deliberately thought
that this time I wouldn't be there
your princess with the flaxen hair

You made me silently cry in bed
although I only had to catch sight
of you, to change my tears for a smile
and in a twinkle, feel happy and light
just because you were there
to cool down among the periwinkle            
on your hill, in the evening air

Once I took your neck in my hands
and kissed your mouth over and over again
my pointed tongue against your teeth
my heavy fingers slowly caressed
your white but warm cheeks
A light glow laurelled my body
pervaded us with shame and nameless longing
your cheeks white but warm.
A light glow laurelled my body,
pervaded us with shame and nameless longing.

Your husband: rotate

him and look at him closely --


See what he's hiding.

Your leg on my thigh

provokes me, then you ask me:


This is fun, isn't it?

Your life may be long

or short, but make sure you live --


fully in the Force.

You roll off sweaty,

an eternal slumber grows –


crystals on our skin.

Your plan says: turn left,

okay, your feet are walking --


and then you turn right.