frage

can i

understand, feel,

experience, know

an image, an image i form in my mind

anchor it in a time-space (shortened by my own presence)?

er verschwindet.

i have resigned my-self to blind reason, logic, (for that matter) heart.

at times my obsession to know takes the shape of a question mark,

in search of an end not yet occupied by another.

a question mark becoming ennui of its own birth.

ich bin meine eigener Frage.

Ich selbe bin mein eigenes Fragezeichen.

und Ich selbe bin die eigener Antwort.

going away

Train screams

My heart quiet

An image dances

And a note cascades

Another beat

Far grows

And the chains cut through the flesh

Arresting another heart beat

A sigh departs unwilling lips

Breath smells of sorrow

Eyes lost in search of silence

and

Train screams

wo de airen

your hair, plum blossoms in the zenith of spring.

your lips, taste of fire in the dark night of mid-winter.

and your heart beat, the rhythm of my dance.

i wish to float in the fragrance of your smile.

I wish to feel the color of your touch.

I wish to hear your eyes tell me of your desire.

i want you .

(we made love)
Eyes sliding on the fluency of the wine
Fingers searching the heat of the bread

Lips drinking from the mouth of laughter
Tongue flavoring the spice of life

Breath moist as hot chocolate
Arms encircling the bowl of ecstasy

Breast rising as the dough
Body red-rose trembling

Loin in perpetual motion
Soul in flame

Eyes silence
Fingers found
Lips quenched
Breast rested
Loin halted
Soul cooled

faire l'amour.