When my friend comes
I don't have to do
anything to make things
happen, shamelessly

we are who we want to be
we let warm breaths
play with happiness
in our blood, and exchange

words for bites
of peace in our belly
- the small world
   of contentment

   in the big world
   of striving -
until we are satisfied
and stop laughing

It's a beautiful view, those two
just standing there
in the middle of the beach
in each other's embrace

like you always
are making contact
under my clothes

your desire
not growing old
always waving on

after the ebb
to be released
in bubbling breakers

And I want that too
but it doesn't go that easy
anymore, please wait

later may be
better, I love you
we have plenty of time now
there is no spring tide anymore

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?

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

So predictable
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

The wash turns and hums
It sounds content
No birds, quiet
as in a dream

You got up early, I know
how you unfold a shirt
pull it over and enjoy
the cool fabric

     I don't feel like
     getting dressed yet, wait
     at the kitchen counter

     until the tea is brewed
     then I fold your clothes
     very precisely and lay them
     in the closet. What shall I

     cook for you tonight
     and what shall I wear?
     First something warm
     to do the grocery shopping

Just going to bed alone
at midnight, it makes no sense
to warm his place for him
or to guess in recovery position
where he could be

At times I find an M
in a heart somewhere
with a smile
I put that note
in my yearbook

When I go peeing at night
I see him lie, being awake
enough to get confused
by the odour of his sleep
and then I have to wait

Take all the time in the morning
For love

Lie in you
let me lie in you
lie in your body
as long as we wish, as long
as we want to

Not loose, not apart
when I think of that
I fall
to pieces
in my own arms, afraid

to reach out my hand
in bed in the middle of the night
and wake up forever
without you, without your
eyes and mouth

All the little shutters opened up
feeling what is going on
in the twilight
within me

not fantasizing
feeling what is going on
outside, over there, a farewell
their arms around each other

and all the way long
my legs are tired
from the runner who smiles
at the happy woman

tears in my eyes
over the baby in her pram
it is getting dark
my window a mirror

in which my preliminary self
asks for love
for my marriage
under construction

and for my body
oh mirror image
I love you
I do what I can

Lost in the women's section
harmless smiling clumsy
I saw, wanted you

I let you cook for me
and wait after dinner
for a next time, love

is waiting and waiting
is being alive, you were confused
you wanted me

to pamper me, to cook for me
and you had fantasies, patiently
waiting, about a night

with me, love
that will last a lifetime
an adventure of differences

that make our hearts falter
with misunderstandings, but then
they relax again

The stars are living bright
seen from my bed
very deep
inside the window frame

Comfortably cool you lie beside me
but my skin is burning
where I miss you, you
are sleeping satisfied

after the long evening
in this longhouse, where we
only dared to make love
restrainedly, not used

to hear it from others
For the rest I don't hear anything
but rustling rain
that warm pleasure

of the children, and for us
if there had been no neighbours
who would be ashamed
So we did not do that

and we did it quietly
like the lash mites
that let us sleep
when they mate

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
you 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

You have boundaries too, haven't you?
I do hear you, but I won't let you
in with your feelings, because
there is no room for them

You'll first have to win
enough love with me
as a passport, and even then
you may not get any further

than a waiting room
where you are spun in
by the sticky silk
of my own feelings

As a child, I have learned
that it certainly does not help
to start nagging or tickling
and that you'd better think

that I love you anyway

I know too many people, seriously
I am very, very busy

calling them and having tea together
it can not be done, my day

is too short and life is sand
leaking out of my hand

Of course, I must not clench
it is only an illusion

hiding that I am lying
in the body of the earth

breathing in her lungs
and eating in her belly

flowing in her existence
with my love, my lover and my friends

together, wherever we are
at the same time fully conscious

that the weeks are running through the years
and the years through our lives

The old library: full

of preserved books
hard-cover descriptions
of the world, obvious

as it once was, shelf after shelf
centuries and days, the times
have changed, people have not

I experience their fortunes, I
dream of it, and all the more
my hungry body reaches

out, to belong closely together
eye for an eye, arm for an arm
and laugh for a laugh

to smell and to feel, to enjoy
the warmth, to shiver from the cold
and sometimes to cry together with grief

in a full life

The giantess likes to eat
cake pans, crunchy
fishshells with fishink

cheese boards and cell goblets
gland sweat, salad Russians
peachicks and bean runners

she sniffs up sausage smoke
and krautsauer, munches
on fruit stones

takes tomatoes for desert
with white cheese goats
and always hungers

for Himmel und Erde

Undressed, my nakedness
bound in my skin
with sensually tight ropes

And a whizzing wind of arrows
to lick the blood away
from the resented beauty
they gaze at

the women with tears
the men mocking, boys
and girls curiously
excited

Nobody touches me
nobody feels the warmth
of my body
fleeing

Pull the heads out of my flesh
embrace my wounds with your hands
and take me, rouse life into me

Friendship is love
Working in a store also
but that is practical -
the cold side

A warm friendship is
unorganized love
(mutually convenient or not
as it suits)

to nourish each other
because you recognize yourself
in the image you have of the other
which you like to keep in your heart

a friend is familiar
a friend is peace
even if you grow apart
you still will love each other

Because I feel that
we still love each other
at a distance, I dare

after the tour through the garden
the last honeysuckle smell and
drinking unclarified apple juice

together in the autumn sun
to ask you:
How are we

now, our love
how close are we still
heart to heart?

Would we, living in the same
house, also have gone
different paths?

In what spring will we
receive our children
after this winter?

You look so sweet at me
I don't have to dream about it
that you love me

but the romantic heart
in my head is afraid and
wants the best, lifelong

happiness, the greatest imaginable
in short, love, the eternal
always praised love

that you don't see around you
because, you know, people in love
can hardly live

without each other in their minds
but I want to be mature and
restart our relationship

after every crisis, or not
and always cherish what we have
experienced, what nobody else has

taken part in

Without the outside world, my house
is everything, less and less a home
Short walks, for the rest
we stay inside
when we go out

with a video call
a nicely set table
a borrowed book, movies
always in the same chair
and a neighbour visiting

Lots of time together
but he has a hobby and I don't
come around to anything
It's boring, life
does not flow in me

In bed I share him
with silence and sleep
no radio, no talking
just his warmth next to me
while I lie awake

Today you are touchably
close to me, your scent
a cheek against my cheek
our hands free

upon each other's warmth
friendship feels like that
without words
without question

There is always so much
to share, so much
that we know and do not dare
to know, do not dare to despair

It's still going well
enough, we want to
keep it, keep on
repeating it

our arms tight around
each other, around the skin
the blood and the bones
of our souls

The dogs left the town, away
from the barbed wire rolls
in the streets, I walk crooked
with my nose above
their trail to freedom
and the danger of their teeth

I can do it if you, will you
are you coming too, barefoot
in peace, our love all night
guarded by the dogs
and your belly pregnant
of future?

I lie awake, listen
whether you come
I hear the neighbours
utter cries of pleasure
and desire for each other
the desire for more
the desire for eternal happiness

You deserve love, I know you
you deserve it, look for it
with someone else, play for high stakes
#partyeveryday

And stay, stay with me
Come lie with me
on the couch and watch
a movie with me

That's what it's about
our daily happiness
not about you, not about me
separately, but touched

It's good and allowed
Come, you are the most beautiful
maybe
because I love you

Whatever I say
on nodays, those words
are doubt talk, they cry out
that I want a YesDay

No matter how good it is
as it is, still I long
to feel and make it feel
that we are intimate friends

My soul has tender skin
when we physically feel
the love we feel
and the fierce passion

we smile together with it
My skin has hands
for intimacy, for you
tight against me

fingertips for
gently sparing
the delicate spots
and heartfelt contentment

I want to belong
just
laugh together
and keep talking

whisper in the warmth
of each other's blood
safe in the insecurity
of life

that hits friends and takes them away
from the chain dance -- to the last
we hold them
hand in hand

I don't lock me up
in guarantees and fear
I bump and dent me outside
in the storm, together

with warriors
who do not hide
from the fate of others
because they belong

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

Love and friendship
are sometimes laborious
There is no connection
You are too early or too late
You don't match up

But in the scraping
when passing
there is contact and you stay
connected, mutually
a piece

of the world that just continues
There is attention
which you need, even
if it is lost upon you
Because you want to know for sure

you want to feel
and cherish
that the love
the friendship
is real

On vacation it is different
Then you are the man
I saw in you

then we do everything together
then we look together
viewed as together -

the outside of it
our two bodies
which are curiously scanned

through our clothes
We see it happen
and we see ourselves

as desirable persons
with fondle skin and lips
that laugh and whisper sweetly

I imagine it while
I wait for the kettle
Let's go on vacation

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

To be touched, I must
first be seen or heard, which is
becoming increasingly difficult

My smile is still sweet, but I
had to speak sweet words and
the words had to be sweeter

My body is still beautiful, but you
gave me perfume, a fishnet dress
and black-red lingerie

as if I am a doll
a new one, that you like
to explore with pinches and kisses

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

For the mystery of my soul
you have only little patience
half an ear and a fleeting eye

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
sucking 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

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

Being in love, with a smile, not blind
to our differences, the life that lies
behind us and the preferences

that, with the fortunate lack
of temerity, are difficult to convince
of the taste and wisdom of others
- heard very, very benevolently
and without indulgence, found
charming, yes, longing for more
content and more togetherness

in the phase that lies ahead, our choices
to be joined softly and smoothly
in shared open spaces

Only experiences count
now that every day matters:
new activities
beauty to the full

and attention to me
The rest, I clear out
What I have saved for years
I throw away neatly

in wrapping paper
or I fold flowers from it
witch will get dusted
in memory

of my company
our meetings
which cannot wait
We give each other

this day, everything
that can be intimate between
people in the passing
of an ordinary day

I do the fun things
that everyone says
he'd like to do, with you
and you and you and you