Evenings are obligatory

if possible with love
to push the bustle out
of our day head

Like couples at the weekend
in the evening in the park
leaning against each other

folding their hands
in the hands of the other
in the light of the moon

There's nothing to add to their hearts
although she eventually asks him
kiss me

My life is a sequence of details
of getting dressed and small talk
wishing to walk away or embrace
and being tired at the end of the day

without a mainline, no game
of double tongue, linguistic tricks
or metaphors, not even
a virtual reality

of bloodless love
and polished pain
in detached poems
that push beyond the familiar

The details include
my love and my pain
which I learn to know in the everyday
of being tired, wishing to walk away

or embrace who is dear to me
what I often don't do

I can see you love him
hopefully it will all work out
You don't have to take us into account

We just want you to be happy
that he will not grieve you
There's no need to rush

You're young, take time
to get to know him better
The obligations will come later

We are concerned, but we do our best
not to show it
It's hard enough for you

and we'll help you with everything
You can always come to us
you know that, right?

Now go, say goodbye to dad
He is waiting for it
before you leave

To see you there
serving in black
with undercut hair
I thought that man
looks very like you

You don't recognize me!
you said challenging
Or may your beauty
madam, be too
pretty to me?

I was a girl, but you
led me like a lady
wrapped in a towel
from an expensive hotel to your bed
and afterwards we drank hot chocolate

Would it be different now?
What have we learned
of loving? Do we know
the secret, the tricks and the pains
the sake of peace and our impatience?

We still are young, do you think so?
Yes, the time is hesitating – that's how
I live since then, in anticipation
of you maybe, anyway
that is over now, yes I think so

Darling, maybe you are an angel
and I for you

someone who believes in you
someone who dares

as if it were forever
someone who decides so

and confirms with a clasp of hands
in the silence of not knowing

and exactly knowing
that love is too big

and cannot help
but disguise itself

in half work and failures
to love yourself

A teenager again, ignorant
of what I want, confused
of all kinds of things, seeking
what I need
and discovering what not

I dream of freedom
and still wish to learn
the secret rules
of sex, the interplay
of eyes, skin, and hands

how to step across the threshold
and expose myself
with another person
to the mystery
of maturity

The knight and saviour who you are not
could not be and still are, now
water and fire are degrounding my feet

I do love better than I could
have thought when I was not yet tired
of the meetings of my doubts

about the facts, tired of that
being mature and suffering
from the world and myself

from being insecure still
taking appropriate steps
without seeking salvation

At night, rowing in my own
sweat under the fluttering elms
I look out to the sky

whether there condenses a fire
a bright radiance around my body
healing it to be your companion

The aftertaste of sweet

is bitter, I know
yes I do, but

I have no energy
and I always want

all kind of things, but then
I stroll here on the market

in Marrakech, fair-haired
chatting with a mummy

and then I want to live
like a mummy for my dear body

in harmony with onions
carrots, wind, and sun

my mouth honourable
for my stomach, everything

that is good, just that, come
cook with me, eat with me

give me what I need
give me the Force

Fortunately, you know
what I want to say
what I feel with you

and that you, we, together
just simply, nothing much
just simply is already special

with you, understanding each other
with a look, naturally
with a word of ours alone

that it is and remains that way, the way
we are, changing and yet
we are the way it is nice

you all know that, but
tonight I feel it so strongly
tonight I say it aloud

He starts
cautiously
with small steps

warms me up, back and forth
prolongs his leg, goes
from minuet to pavane

strides old-fashioned deeper
adds quick pushes
then unchains himself

from allemande to courante
and leads me into the sixth heaven
slowly flying there sarabande

around with me, in expectation
enjoying
each other and longing

for the delayed presto
touch on the sensitive strings
ending on the highest note

My head is haunted, you
are throwing everything together
and that's my own fault

I let you enter
my thoughts and my heart
you are boxing with my feelings

you are hitting a jumble of ideas
into me and there is no door
that I can close

I have a problem

I'm in love with you

your attention captivates me
your kisses intoxicate me
your body is a promise

that I yearn for
I want to welcome your power
in me, I want, I want

to give me, open and exposed
without being vulnerable
unless we are vulnerable

together

I wander in my sleep
walking down a road … of emotions
I never knew I was in love
Was this an illusion
Do I know myself?

Are you ready for me?
Let me unveil
my love, each mask I wear
There is no shame
though we are two worlds apart

You may mock me
I am not seeking approval
Why do I love you when I don't know you?
Let me kiss your soul
in the fanfare of life

Clearly, the light shines for you and me
from the depths of my soul
as I look to the stars of a starless night
the shadows, the beauty of the moon
The Endless Love ... The Endless Love ...

The kiss of your dreams tonight
cosmic hues of love
flashing through my soul
Where are you, my love?
You and I, Two Worlds ... Two Mates for Life

I like to lie awake
thinking of being romantically
with him, forever after
yes, I do

want to be the princess, I know my role
but my prince still makes mistakes
and blames me for Great Expectations
which he mocks

preferably in the presence of others
because laughing is healthy
and being normal is good
enough

we say: you are my love
a little crazy
but beautiful
the way you are

Whatever comes over
as desire, only briefly
sticks to my experience
how relative it is

I can live, I am free
from deficiencies, I do not suffer

from pain, passion or troubles
not from the chaos of love
or ambition, I don't wait to see
what I get thrown

I am too good for that
my friends tell me too

I follow my interests
and that's not the way
of motherhood
and high expectations

but that of the beauty
of you name it

in which I am silently absorbed
One thought
without thinking
of anything else

I might start jumping in rhymes
and wave on my island
with luring calls love me

then I'll do the same
but it is already happening
because you are coming

and you will kiss me lovelier
then I imagined, you will
be so sweet

like your words, your body
will make me feel who I am
your Honey Love

your honeysuckle do I want to be
I'll give you everything, come
my sunbird, suck me out

And don't let anyone say Dear Girl
you have beautiful dreams, you know
surely that flowers will wilt
and winters take a long time

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

I don't know you at home
Old-fashioned, a full case
with books that I also read
There must be some affinity

that I have not noticed
in your body, your breath
and glance, yet would I
like to embrace you

put you close to me
and kiss you, not French
but just
put you clos to me

let my hands
stroke your back
and pull up your shirt
in one movement

continue skin to skin
and automatically find the way
no matter where it goes?
Would you do the same?

Loving Apart Together, each
his own music, his own habits
I'm willing to change mine

for something more pleasant
but not just for you
not just anchor

in the rippling water
of a harbour, no longer breaking
the waves with the ship at my feet

my breasts untouchably
coveted, no longer being the bow
that steers the hands of the steersman

You give a sniff at the musky smell
of the rutting squirters
in my breaking charms

You mock them with envious eyes
you lay down sweet smiles
and hawsers of homeliness

You hit the quays full of bollards
you're so handy, unhandy
in love like landsailors

Here I lie, no respiratory mask
There is a little wind
I get too little air

to talk, no energy
My body is busy
eliminating the virus

I have no strength for anything
don't even fancy nuts or chocolates
just sleep, I would like to sleep

And wake up well rested
In bed next to you. I go too far
I'll only go to sleep after you have left

There are few colours, high veils
no thunderstorm in the air, no birds
From above I see us lying

Our breath is exactly the same
Five meters apart, we are
not really trespassing

I haven't caught your little bird yet

I wait in the surf
for the heavenly pleasure
for which I exist

Desire is foaming
between my legs
where my heart beats

to be touched
by strange hands
which let me flow out

into the world, an ocean
of sun and moon, ebb and flood
white with sweet-salty flakes

fertilising the coasts
with my immortal soul
my essence

How do you smell, how softly elastic
is your skin, how will your mouth kiss
my heart on your tongue?

Is there any solid ground
on which I am safe
other than under your feet?

Shall I write to you
about your eyes, that
they have cast me down

and I don't want to
but have no other choice
but to wait for you

your gaze on me
a word to me
the tips of your fingers

of which I dream
and cannot sleep
for fear and longing

even in love
with this stammering
of my happiness

You are too beautiful
to be touched
by anyone, by me

alone, I hope
if I may, if I dare
to do what someone may one day

I pass your house
There is only a window
between me and your bed

in which I dream myself
when I cannot sleep
and hold my breath

and time stands still
intoxicated by your lips
I feel your hand

on my chest, no
I won't run away
when you open the door

I think more
with feelings
than with thoughts of you

Your silent closeness
without contact
my desire

to be with you unfolds
in my soul and floats
around me with happiness

I want to experience everything
with you, but swimming with dolphins
and the Northern Lights in the south

are not as special to me
as sleeping, eating, watching
and expressing what is touching us

Papa deed het ongemerkt
Ik was zijn prinses
hij vervulde al mijn wensen
en ik had niets door

We gingen in Frankrijk wonen
Ik had niet veel te doen
naast mijn lessen, tijd genoeg
voor Eddy, een leuke jongen

Ik had de leeftijd
en ineens ging het snel
de verloving, het geheim
van de ringen, kleermaker, kapper

en dan eindelijk de bruiloft
Achteraf stelde ik vragen
Mama leerde me dat er meer is
dan de dingen die ons overkomen

meer dan wat er misgaat
tussen mensen, we wandelden
weg van de mannen
en telden onze zegeningen