Perhaps on a later date
four six eight
but at first two
little dolls in my eyes
who like me

   If love is everything
and the only condition
at the end of the journey
that is our love

   If love is everything
ours, the love of you and me
it never has an end
a light in the dark

   If love is everything
where you stay, where you go
if parting doesn't exist
no sadness, no missing

   If love is everything
to understand each other
and then go on
that creates meaning

   If love is everything
what we have said
our words sincere
as a confession

   If love is everything
that you grant everyone
and can give yourself
as your testimony

   If love is everything
finding her spontaneously
and then connecting
people in their history

   If love is everything
where everybody fits in
you are holding in your hand
the whole world

When I want to know something, I call

someone from the explanation folks
Strangers are my interpreters
and my guides in the web

Be my brother, my sister
give me a real kiss
We are family, we are birds

of a feather, we fly together
over the net that binds us
to what we know

: our golden rule
Hand In Hand, Have Trust
in yourself and in the things you do

I want his face
nicely towards me

I don't want to tear it open
because he chooses
me this weekend

I want his stubble
his fabric softener

he is so different
from the men of my friends
with their itchy sperm

I want his words
his withheld love

reserved
for me under clothes
of inaccessibility

Kim is at a sleepover
the whole house is for me
my silence my music

I can jump as much as I like
the whole bed is for me
my skin my desire

for disordered bedding
the whole mirror is for me
my eyes my hands

the pearls shine
in my areolae my fur
in my eyes my hands

Kim is at a sleepover
For the first time I see my mother
standing naked in my body

My windless head
doesn't even care for music
we wander and kiss
through the same streets

eat half portions
of each other wish to
share everything
surrender completely

to eight stroking
dance with the birds
on the bar of sand
the cape of Ameland

drink up all the stars
and then we swim
in mirror water
into each other's skin

Ignorant, I felt confident
but since her later is earlier
than we thought when we signed
it suddenly comes

down to every ordinary day
to what is keeping me
from being nice to her

the love of my Yes
I do

I hesitate to repeat that
Her condition, our problems
I must knowingly forget
to be able to live

ordinary days, in love
with the promising incertainties
in the hands of the filly

of my Yes
I do

People who get married
already know how it works:
not spontaneously a heaven

of love on earth, but
then what? Is heaven too holy
and too high?

Love a cherishing?
solidified into habits
from time to time

a fountain or the sidecar
from which we see the real
holiness: the pool

of change, the healwhole pool
of nourishing, devouring and decay?
Are we loving

if we extend the decay
by nourishing each other
devouring little from each other

and letting each other free
to fail and to grow
from within, by oneself?

O love my love, the summer's been so bright
     the gaily colours faint in fading light
my whitish skin is turning snowy white
     the world is now rotating to the night

And though there's just a short time left to give
     delights of love to one another, you
will keep my spirit and my soul in who
     you've grown to be as long as you will live

I hear you boil the water, making tea –
     our love is still the same as years ago
with all your heart you put a heart in me
     and give the autumn light its golden glow

The future keeps receding, no tomorrow
     but I am feeling safe to close my eyes
when in your arms asleep my body lies
     when in your arms asleep my body lies

Sometimes the moon is round
sometimes she is a boat
in which I can sail up

when I go to sleep, and then
you are sailing with me
to the sun

of the next day
We wave to the stars
to the great and the little

Bear and Sirius the Dog
and we sprinkle kisses
to the people

with sparkles in all colours
of very nice dreams
about having fun with friends

helping each other, living
together, because that's me
such a friend, your friend

With children it is different
you must give them opportunities

to practice, parents too, and
subs, trainees and of course

the people who are in love
or otherwise biased

Apart from that, the talents are divided
and everyone has diplomas

for his capabilities, well
not for friendship

which you get, or not
and as long as it lasts

as long as both of you are honest
about what you feel and need

as long as you don't think for the other
afraid of being a burden on her

in her own life, however sweet
she may be, willing to suspend

her own needs for me, just as I
would do for her, if

Wordless reunion
first, I sense his flanks

his hands over my back
with closed eyes

pressed against each other
who knows the time

Then, with all our muscles
talking our naked self

reflected in the love
of one another's soul: we are

inviolably strong
(though we do have doubts)

Over the roots of breathing
and eating we are singing life

in different words
with the same meaning

Saturday morning breakfast
in bed, each part of
my body in its place

at ease, happiness down to my toes
the sun shining andante over
the birds in the garden and you

say: you are beautiful
the elephants colour
with your skin

The brown elephants
on the pillows
and there, our dance

on the picture at the table
it exists here and now
timeless and spacious

Resting without loss of time
jumping around, eating
experiences, Always Sunday

Tasting together, and digesting
by the light of the moon, even
if it does not interest you

The days are too short
in winter it is cold
in summer it's still light
when I have to go

to sleep (yet, regardless
of the consequences
we make exceptions)
Always Sunday

Only afterwards do I know
that a rose is happiness
and seeing a rose is happiness

going by, so I want you
to well up inside me again
when I'm standing still, touched

before a blushing rose
which opens its petals -
not for me, yet

also for me, and I watch
timeless, thoughtless, ignorant
of budding pain

the rose as I watch you: happiness
is welling up in my heart and in my body
are warm waves freely surging outward

like when rose petals
unfold fast forward
into a euphoric state of happiness

When he cried, I listened
I looked at him without

saying anything, I don't know what
time it was, whether it was busy

in the street, in what kind of room
we were, I didn't look or listen

past him, his words were
low and slow, like a bass

in my silence
and later

my questions sang
as a cello, along

with his story and my feelings
accompanied his grief

That's how we walked through the pain together
Nothing else

I wake up

in the bright light
of the judge's chair
to answer
who I've been

this last day and
what it was heading for and
which choices I made and
it does not matter

how pleased I was
with myself and the music
of compliments for my work
and it does not matter

what I got done
or how able I was
in arranging and resolving
my own mistakes

and other people's business
and always hearing the question
with which humans I was human –
the attentive listeners

take accurately note of everything
in calligraphic writing on handmade paper
let me sign it
and throw it away gracefully

into the everlasting fire
in which my omissions disappear forever
and the lack of my deeds is blackening
a brand in my soul

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

I like to look at you
still want to
pull the towel away
wrap me up in you, wet on wet
It used to be possible more often
always, I think, it is almost all
we need

Now my thoughts caress
your body in the golden
mean between longing
and receiving, tame
we lie together
until it gets too hot
or uncomfortable

My hand strokes
good night
over your sweet curve

More and more colours join the flag
until the whole spectrum shines like a sun
a beacon
on the troubled journey

It's just a flag
nonviolent communication
in the wind
a silent look

The pole a magic wand
a seeress, beacon
of patience
made of the right stuff

Oak and elder, willow, fig and fir
the trees of Mother Earth
beech and birch, cedar, cypress
so many more than elm and ash

A healing staff
with a robe to wear
in the colours of our soul
all colours of light

I just let the pointless anger
rage around in my head
and bang the door

behind my sadness
searching for a way out
of your incomprehension

which I can not bear
I am suffering, knowing not
to be a child, you not my mother

who could read my face
whether open or closed
We have to take pains:

married love, wanting
to go together through life
under a yoke, not running away

after the years of romance

Call them white, grey or black
the clouds of nice words

and concealments
in which I'm standing

for the sake of convenience while
taking one step closer is easy

I don't have to know much
maybe even nothing

of you
to dare to show

my colours: brown
my thoughts, mosaic

my emotion, without any pink
of shame – my supreme

and most beautiful, honest
I, worthy of myself

and the all-seeing eye
of the world, blue

is my blue, violet my violet
no gold, nor filters

Still after all the years
the mystery
that I love most, you

and your image of me
that you mirror to me
the image to my thoughts

and my promise
to you, my more and less
beautiful for you

in your eyes
that desire me
and call me

Afterwards I make up
what it was and is:
nothing to save
nothing at all to keep
only letting go what is

collected or locked up
in anxiety and pose -
my body connected in confidence
to the world, as good and as bad
as it is, that's all

In his warm hands
a gentle sun shone and in his words
I was safe, I felt no limits
but love flowing in and out
of my full glory

Is being mature being amazed
when nudity isn't disarming
and enabling to tenderness

only, a body, a human being
neither eyes, scared, asking
or embracing, and also

is being mature following
your own way, responding
to each other's needs

not like children, wishing
to be safe in one another
not limitless enthusiastic

inexhaustible and unconditional
but together, working, working
together, bearing out of love

the burdens and the suffering
of life, of you and me
together, not for anyone else

not leaving it for anyone else
wishing to do that
for yourself

I give myself
to be read

that's an act
not a desire

it is surrender
not fearing danger

it is sharing and healing
who we are

releasing together
what is stuck

a bond
of freedom

Where are you?
Witchfinger moss
shows you the way in the woods

I watch, I reach
my green hands
are leaking love

my head shakes seeds
into the world, friends
eat them

fairy tales will grow
from them, give them hugs
and tears, where are you?

I am the tree of your soul
that you can embrace
come with your cheek

put it against my belly, take
my belly in your lap
just come

and heal from the welts
of life, come
sing and jump

not only underground
I want to be
connected with you

I sleep on this couch because
at home, it doesn't go right now
you know it happens

My friends do
what they can
they help me

Not so much to help me
but as the answer
to my unspoken question

Of course
things are changing
and of course

I am still safe
here, together, here
in this house

is my safe square, a bed
here are their hands, reaching
to my hand

We are embraced in the bath
of our friendship, unharmed
by the curiosity
of my family, caressing

You wander off
to the eyes of my sister
in which we are desirably naked
with a vigorous member

I notice it and revert

You are back, close
Everywhere is your body
adjusting itself softly
to my soul, fulfilled

is my sleeping desire
for your warm body
full of all the years
since we were together

and were not together

You laughed, just shortly, and I thought: it may be true
that you want more and rather skip this talkaboo
should I resist your charms although I've seen this trace
of asking in the glance of your seductive face?

     If you like doing it with me
     do I like doing it with you?
     If you like doing it with me
     do I like doing it with you?

Today I think quite differently on how
things are, the point of view is crucial, I do know now
pleasures and attention just are what they seem
but high ideals of love are nothing but a dream

     If you like doing it with me
     then I like doing it with you

I like to get to know you if you have this look
and with your laugh, I easily get used to you
with you or me, what will it be, where do we go?
I want to leave, there is no need to hurry though

The cypresses stand tall
against the pale evening blue
far from here, heat is pressing
on the city where you live

thinking of all kind of things
maybe thinking of me
maybe of yourself
being reflected by me

Just because, precisely because
you don't know, you can't
know, I know
that you know, that
I see and know

who you are, shining
what I don't tell anyone
what I feel
and cry out in myself
You are, you shine, you!

In love, every time
again, instantly
defenceless

from you, your face
whoever you are
whatever you see

not me
because then I wouldn't have time
to think this, wondering

how the mirror works
and what you see
when you see me

We don't need words
I could be deaf
and just as touched

open up with love
to see you
live, powerful

in better and worse

Everything is different, I am
really alive now, my friend laughs
Really, I dream

that the earth stands still
and the roses keep blooming
My nights are full

of expectation
and I will be saved
whenever it storms

No more accounts
of the benefits
of the doubts

about the future
of the world
and myself

I know what's going to happen
and that's great, I don't have to
pay attention, not to
worry about anything

not about my belly, my breasts
not about what I do
and what he wants me to do
It is all known

the kisses, the repetition
of caressing hands
the teasing delay
We can surrender

I like to see his face
when he doesn't know who he is
and neither I do
have thoughts about myself

when we are just driven
and see it, in each other's eyes
without secrets, only this way
is a person without secrets
– shameless

When people pray, they pray
for rains of righteousness
dewing from the high heavens

that quench their desire
and redeem their souls
in the midst of life

from which they suffer
reaching for an angel
of comfort and encouragement

a helping hand
even if it can only help
to help others together

and to greet the flowers
that shoot up where it was not possible
and to greet the flowers
that shoot up where it was not possible

I know the names
and some pictures

of your friends, unfamiliarly
we would greet each other

there are no words
to share your wonder

We want to, but we can't
explain, we don't want to explain

because already while conceiving
every onset misses your essence

I have to accept
to be confused

struck
every time, and forever

you are wherever
on my mind

You sleep and I watch --
tired, but happy
with you, a dream
that has come true

With you, I know more
of happiness, with you
I know myself more
With you, I am new

With you, the world is full
of your wonder
Together we fold ourselves
around you into a safe house

where you discover the wonders
of the world, the squeak
of the rose-ringed parakeets and
the carpet of winter aconite

And I watch
along with you, with your finger
pointing into the world
and then back to you

Your kisses drizzle under my skin
they buzz in all directions
My arms and legs are panting

Your breath, I feel it whispers
that I am enchanted forever
My desire sighs for more

Your hands splashpatter
they rustle me completely wetterwet
My sweat gushes in your mouth

Your muscles dance and drone
they sulphurize thunder in my nose
My ears sough and sizzle

Your pelvis rages in me
pommels of fireworks explode
hunted by my heart

My friend, my peace
with you, I eat, I drink --
carefree about what I like
to eat, drink and do

My friend, my peace
with how it goes --
the help I need
and the attention I do not give

My friend, my peace
with whom I am, shamefree --
past puberty for a long time
I don't have to hide anything anymore

My friend, my peace
You see me, I see you --
wherever we are
we are not alone

My friend, my peace
I don't have to give you anything --
I am there myself, just like you, both
we know who we are

He sniffs, grazing
he comes closer
Only the birds watch

Warm breath explores
the skin of my desire
I smell what it does to him

Carefully he licks me
I let go of the world
My body trembles

in my consciousness, nameless
in his eyes, this is real
Not romance

We talk a lot, it can be
about everything, carefully
when it becomes intimate
and we explore how far

we dare to show ourselves
how shamelessly
curious we're allowed to be
about what is hidden

in uncertainty
longing
for the confirmation
that it is good

and we are good
as we are
as we live
in each other's attention

Underground, my thoughts
collide with him
They tear flames

from his stature, from his voice
They blow fire into his house
put a fire around his wife

A chain of craters
Ash clouds over the world
And me in the Peaceful Centre

of the catastrophes
which must hit his marriage
without harming him

How many aftershocks to go?
How much heat?
How much desire?

Nice activities are enough
they don't have to be
thought of every minute, and also not be
thought about, let alone be counted

Doing ordinary things
eating together or quietly
sweeping the house, listening
to music, a song

that understands me
talking with a child
walking the world
and discovering it, I am

happier than I think
I can see the sun coming up
and then wake my children
without saying a word