Tenderness
splashed out of the eyes,
affection
slipped out of the hands,
echo
of phrases and thoughts,
bitter from torments, again
melts in my lonely heart.
Lips – drawn to lips,
let fabrics
flow at rustling –
away,
stars – from the sky –
to the feet…
Darling,
become for the night
here and now
for me – only –
the Sun!
Look,
it just happened this way,
suddenly,
sorry for that:
tenderness
splashed out of the eyes,
affection
slipped out of the hands...
July 24, 2002
Tenderness
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