Again it is happening
thoughts I have more
than the urge to participate
I'm dreaming of a kiss

and more lying ahead
Again I don't know why
also tonight I don't
just take action

even though I see opportunities here
I still don't find a way
to join, to take
a step with a joke

or careless gesture
I wish I could
but
we run past one another
like gods without a sun

There are ships sailing at sea
yet none is taking me
but the thought
will I keep on waiting?

The party is crowded, my table is not
Again nobody waits on my glances
which are waving and jumping
help help help

Last night, I dreamt again
that city and country were flooded
ships went down overcrowded
help help help

Are there ears for my voice
or am I stuck in emptiness
will I keep on
keep on waiting?

I look around in my short dress
slide into the splits right away
will certainly be kissed

tonight, or else tomorrow
I've been waiting so long, sucking on the mint
in my mouth, I like fresh kisses

when I dance and in bed
when I wake up
from my dreams of a man

whom I can follow
to where I want to go
who knows the way

in the maze
isn't just running around
not just doing anything

not frustrated again, a failure
if the invisible hand of a woman
does not help him

School and home, everything
on this side of the river
discussed with friends

on the other bank
only sheep
no view

of gleaming roofs
a sweet old fairy
doing the laundry

or a boy
taking a dive
nothing special, but

still, tingles inside
which make me paddle and
for a minute, float, through waves

of excitement in my body
propelled by the chance
of overwhelming happiness

Please fold like a pillow
in my back, shape your body softly
to mine, then the pain will sink

down in it, in the embrace
of your affection, you may caress me
lightly over my shoulder, that's all

I can give you if you promise
not to move, I can't cope with more
my open flower remains closed

Sometimes it burns from cramping pain
sometimes from desire, always delicate
everything is delicate inside

too delicate for wild passion
nectar kisses, heavenly sweat
and total satisfaction

In the pond, I warm myself by the sun
like a prince to be kissed

a girl dances water lilies
around me, her mirror dress
touches me for a moment

Would her lips only bend to me
to lick the salt from my skin
and the skin from my soul

then I would fly magic butterflies
down to her toes, would I anoint
and crown her, wallow in her –

seeds around us, so light
that they don't cast shadows

On the way
I ended up in a no man's house
in no-man's time and no man's land

The bed is queen-
size, enough place
for a king, if he

is good for more
than sleeping, than having sex
for more than once

In the empty hotel room
the window is a command
to look outside

Narrow ornamental curtains
always a view, always
being exposed

It is strange, nobody is living
in this beautiful place, here
I would like to live

Squeaking wheels
in the hallway, a clicking door
and it's quiet. What kind

of person may that be?
Shall I start to unpack
my suitcase anyway?

The four of us cycle
to the woods, not that far
We split at the junction

Arne knows the path, he points:
further on there is an open space
let's go, there are two trees

with a kink in the trunk
The last piece we walk
and wheel the bikes

We could have sat down
at the path, but he wanted
to go here, for no reason

You see? That's all he says
He falls over backwards
and looks up all the time

Nothing will come of this - two trees
in the woods – so I just tell him
that I have to go home

What's the use of being beautifully young
dressed with decency and expectations

hidden in a rented room
full of love, waiting for an answer

why these years are not bubbling
and exulting with immortal pleasure

real each day
without mirrors

of the fantasy
of caressing hands

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

On the edge, I'm dripping out
from my jumps in men

their nice words
sex and impatience

Wishing to give each other everything but
not knowing how subsequently

to lead a life of our own
Thinking about that for so long

that it is a problem
insoluble for logic

from which it originated
and elusive

for my unrest that fears
to miss opportunities

and is distracted
by the laughing and dancing

of the passing people who
did not pay attention to me
did not pay attention to mé

on the edge, dripping
from unappreciated beauty

on the edge, dripping
from unappreciated desire

You are a flowing body
of water in the river
just like me

rolling around you
my alluring nymph
you run fast and deep

ripple over hard rocks
and leave them smoother
in your sparkling wake

We caress the fish
embrace the water lilies
and rustle with the reeds

let us stay, it is good
here, the birds too
are swinging back

my fluvial dear
I don't want us
to reach the sea

Sometimes I need someone

let us have a chat
meet somewhere here
or in a conversation box

we could laugh together
and share some
endorphin sweets

cutting isn't enough
red lines, welling up
from my heart

the kerfs of my tribe
saw teeth, welling up
from my heart

and read my poetry
red lines, welling up
from my heart

Write me, you'll see
angels won't flee

pains, they endure
that is the key

Cherish our love
darling, I plea

please, you can set
both of us free

Always you'll be
Zywa for me

Namasté, wees niet bang voor mij
Ik ben Godzilla!
Geef het toe
– Je Kunt Me Haten

Ik Hoor Hier Niet ...
Ik ben Verlaten ...
Dit is geen Droom
Dit is een Prehistorische Nachtmerrie

Soms vraag ik me af ...
Ben ik ... een Avatar geworden of Waanzin?
Ik ... zoek ... Zuiverheid
– Wezen, Geloof en Onschuld

Ik ben de muze, ik speel
de liedjes van schoonheid
uit de school van het leven
hoor de bevrijdende melodieën

geheimen in een wereld van duisternis
Ik luister naar de stem van zielen
ik geef geen antwoorden, ik adem
met de verlangens

Bevrijd mij, ik ben begaafd
Ik wil alleen maar je ziel
ik roep de kracht van liefde op
door de wil van de hemelen en de aarde

It is windless
Plastic water
Dinner with mama

I linger at the crossroads
on the way home
My rooms are so empty

and you live nearby
I can go to you
and yet I can't

Behind the thin curtains
is the street, the city, alive
Nobody sees me

I'd like to read love letters
from you, confessions
that you never wrote to me

I keep thinking about that
waiting for sleep, lying still
like a plastic doll

What does it matter
how old I am, whether I have sisters
and children, where and with whom?

These are not worth knowing
In any kind of clothes, I am
with legs, torso and a face

my heart, desired or not
I want your imagination
to make appear the world

in which we can live
be freely safe and
kneel without finery

for the others, dear heart
together we can undertake
everything we wish

Our village is too small
I only have grandma
to go and talk to

I massage her shoulders
and she runs her fingers
through my hair, I arch
my back for more, deeper

I stretch my body
until her hand breaks me open
as a woman, who will
break me open as a woman?

The guys who don't see me
and the guys with staring eyes
who think to undress me
have nothing to offer me

I'm looking for one in between
who knows what he wants, and
only has to give
his virginity to me

Do I want him

to dive into my bed sometimes
sometimes not, like an angel --
his wings ready to go?

exactly as I wish
exactly like a man
an experienced lover

who doesn't have to breathe
because he is an angel --
he doesn't smell odours

Perhaps it works
with my new wand
to make a hatch

or folding doors in the sky
something that I can open myself
as a sign: Come! Go!

Or do I want him to stay
and be with me, sometimes as a friend
sometimes as a lover, sometimes as an angel?

You rushed thunderclouds
and blew the warmth
away, you blew away
I dream you

safe in my love
under waterfalls of happiness
I dream and dream
and dream again

but it keeps snowing
Is there a coat against the cold?
Is there a coat with thick pockets?
Is there a coat warm enough?

Come in my arms, with magic
you get everything you wish
Put on your blue dress
and shake your hair loose

I dream you
safe in our love
With magic the sun shines
With magic you smile at me

Happily Ever After
on The Wall across
my home, Berlin
is my Berlin

Yet I leaf through
a travel magazine, the sea
beckons, the mountains call
echoes Action! Action!

A man smiles at me
We are angels, I give
him my fear, lend
him my room

I need to go, away
from alone, be more
than my work, promise
someone loyalty

In the amusement park, people
kiss a movie of love in the city
with music and some words
No sugar, pure
like espresso; an eyebrow
raised for a moment, says it all

A girl sways on roller skates
between the houses of cards
sand castles and factories
She gets priority
from staring drivers
who separate Romeo from Juliet
on either side of the street

and laugh at the pedestrians
they cut, they are fast
on their way to going crazy
thinking of a secret lover
hidden under the scars
of their lies

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