Together, sweeter
than alone, we smell
of the cocoon
that breathes from my womb
my chamber of happiness

Inside, in the middle of me
you already are you
before you really are
yourself, you already are
my little free(wo)man

We are your idea
growing for nine months
as your image and likeness
along with your becoming



Kiss me new moon
kiss me full moon
before we go to sleep
touch my body
my heart and my soul

Make yourself known
with your broad hand
let our dear trinket feel
who you are

Come, but only come
if your colours are free
and clear, come
with peace around you

Don't stand waiting there, move
hit sparks from the floor with me
come and dance, I gladly adorn you
with life, that's all I ask

let us dance, come, join me
I give you the crop, the wildlife and the cattle
you get my crown, the throne and the laws
if you put your steps next to mine

Death, dance with me, I'm not afraid
I receive you with music and singing
be kind, dance with me all night
I give you my pearls together with my clothes

open the heaven of the holy bed
kneel in me, come, fertilize me with
your nothingandnobodysparing seed
before I lose my life after the dance

All day long, people wait
and take shelter behind
the rain-line

in bays on the side-walk
along the Titanic Bar, no hope
of entrance nor of the end

of the long tears of rain
over the rough wall, the window
and the bars in front of the gaiety

inside, where I walk hand in hand
in slow circles around the band
over the black and the white

of tiles splashed with mud
also contra-clockwise and once
through the middle, non stop

looking at the singer, looking
if she looks back, without hope
that she will

I buy clothes that in summer and winter
match his scarf, the colourful one

out of which not can be
washed my memories

I've hit him
because he started to look like me

demanded that I only wanted him
in our triangle

of attention touch and love
we've met over it

point by point in bed
every nerve cell in my skin

addressed tickled kissed
let glow of eternity

and yet the cold has come
without a cover over my wounds

so I keep stirring up the embers
of the fire that is burning in me

He is so eager
to show himself
cut stones and build
a house for me

with sofas and gardens
to lay me down
celebrate my beauty
with his love

and slide me away
to the seventh heaven
He is so eager
to discover wonders

with me, in the world
of which he is dreaming
(nowhere is anyone lying
in distress or in tears)

He is so eager
never will he be old
for he is too young
with his restless eyes

There is so much more
than being happy
together
There is world full
of life, and wishes

There is pleasure
there are radiant eyes
arms seeking me
yet wavering because
of a word only

There is going my own way
next to someone else
Each his thoughts
vulnerable and sadly
alone

There is so much more
than arguing, than
not trusting
what seems to be beautiful
There is a world full

of wavering words
facts and illusions
of rose-coloured wishes
of love that hide another
love

My eyes, turned away
read that you are defenceless

I pull and press, I rub your skin
carefully strip your feelings

and uncover your inner sides
tacitly sharing

the bed of your blood
in your foot, I feel the passion

for kind people like you
to now a little bit closer

the magic of love from my hands
over your longing body

yes, I understood you well
I'm sorry, but – I must go now

The sun is gentle today
it blushes on your cheek
cars are driving in the street
and the man with his dog
is humming under my window

I know how beautiful it is
in the forest, at the river
the places where I like to be
but can not come anymore

Yet, the sun is gentle today
one sip is enough, thank you
I'm fine, I lie well

You know, things are just
so very common, yes

the sun is gentle today

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

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

I don't need a mirror
so beautiful I feel in place
tonight in the concert hall

The unspoken expectation
of the buzz to where
we will be taken

and what else may happen -

the wide neck slides down my
hand lingers there and waits
before stroking my shoulder

in between the heads a fortuitous look
gets stuck on me, his attention
comes under the influence

of my arranging hair
and impatiently shifting position
while the show goes on

While the show goes on
your thoughts stare at me
you don't know anymore

where you are, lost

in responses, but fortunately
you have to sit still
until the intermission makes you aware

of the opportunities, in camouflage
among others, who interfere
and let you wait for your turn

You practice funny phrases
but forget what you wanted
to say and improvise

to catch my eyes
seeking a clear field for yours
trying to come closer

it takes some doing
to smell from each other
why we are laughing

Coffee at the museum
always something to see, the air
cushions around the people

Someone with a spot
on his trousers, I pay
for him, discretely

inspect his trousers
cheerfully ask questions
laugh a lot in the first place

and make another date
it was fun
Confess immediately

if the police points at me, yes
deliberate conscious, so what?
His strong stories

I do not believe, but his kisses
yes, no air in between us
gently sucking

for once, perhaps
one decisive time, I like to think
occasionally when I come

rain or shine, leaving home in the morning
to have a coffee, I am
a lover, that does matter

Between yellow walls the people are talking
about me, they walk around me
sit and watch

A child asks mama what is
with that woman? I'm lying
in the museum

my bloodfull lips waiting
for kissing eyes and heart-
warm hands as much

as may fit on my skin
everywhere
my anywhere

but nobody dares to
come close, with all the witnesses
who have bought a ticket

The houses stacked, the trams moving
aquariums, still lives lighted
for each other in the fore-night and in between

are police officers, waiting and juggling
with batons since there is a fair in town

heroes and goddesses ogle in underwear
in lighted billboards at the stops to desires
that don't need a name

it jazzes in town
the tram glides by

the rooms of little leisure
hours: a woman in bathrobe
is combed, at a table

two mouths are kissing
over full glasses

romantic music around the corner
and the rest you can guess
it jazzes in town

the tram glides by, house after house
the room fish swim along

in the big glass tank of my eyes
an orgy of waving tails
and restless kissing mouths

I don't want to want, just
to be like everyone
warm me to the sun

on my balcony in the morning
receive what the day will offer me
and be happy, even if I'm not

I don't want to want, just
to hope that my blood doesn't flow
and new life will grow

warm me to the child
that invents personal names
and finds unbeaten roads

I don't want to want, just
to be with a man
satisfying each other and then

one more time, just as often
one more time, until I'm hit
and can go on, satiated

At the window I sit and dream
you're likely to come
although

going with you now, is not okay
What would mother say!

I don't tell her yet, no
that only brings sorrow

it will do, later

Take off your coat, tear
the poppers, spread the tails

You are an angel!

          I don't need strong arms, mine
          can do so much more than his

You don't need clothes
Drop them, close your eyes

Show yourself!

          I don't need slim legs, mine
          still run faster than his

Now look, look at me
as if it's the first time

Just touch me!

          I don't need nice buttocks, mine
          naturally are rounder than his

Knead me, eat me
Just let my blood run

Satisfy your desire!

          A flat belly, I don't need it, mine
          is much softer than his

Go wild, I give myself!

          I don't need full lips, mine
          give sweeter kisses than his

Shield and spear

In the new world there is peace
yonder, further to the west
first, you have to walk over bodies
of Indians and unbelievers
and start anew

War was followed by a flu
a deadly outbreak
of viral fever, hardened
fourfold, invisible
until it was too late

Afterwards the women fought
for the hand of a hero
who survived with his shield
and a spear, to defend them
a hand in which they are safe

In the forced peace
the fight is fought
the hands are given
shield and spear have been
put under the beds

Now I live in peace
in a new world with my man
lying next to me, absent
and restless he tightens his muscles
around his identity

It is time, no more
cashmere, no silk, soft
furs and vanilla sheets

not boiling my blood
in a waterfall with a thousand
fingers of coldfire on my skin

but real kisses under sweet
buzzing lime blossoms
behind waving curtains

disappearing together
in a boundless body
that no longer bleeds

of desire
giving birth to a child
that smells of happiness

After the war, I had the chance to make
a trip with colleagues to Denmark
All summer evening we danced with Danes

and I dreamed of my love

freeing him with thunderous force
from a cell in the police office
I quickly ran away with him

to our wedding and our own little house

in Helsingör, so nicely have I dreamed
of our family that only half of it
should have to come true

to make anyone else envious of me

Now, years later, we still live
with our parents, unmarried, separately
On Sunday we go for a walk, to keep on hoping

this year it will be our turn

to look at the houses in the new neighbourhoods
but my dreams are long gone
and I feel like being twenty-three years

engaged to an empty promised romance

I saw him in the night and day café
we watched the people, had a vin frappé
and when he left, I followed right away

He carried me inside
as though I was his bride
and I put off my clothes, I tried
to kiss him, wishing to go on

but
with a smile he answered me:
love is so much more than that, so we
will wait, we can, sleep well my dear!

How that? I asked, you want me, why
postpone, come on and let us lie
together. No, be patient, try!
I do want you, I can't deny
but not yet, no, not so soon

So that was it, I let him win
then pulled the quilt up to my chin
and tossed about the whole night in
my bed, and that was our begin

It's party time, everyone pretends
I am a virgin, my gown
is properly white

with blue ribbons and silver
embroidery, just like mama
wore it

I borrowed the hat
my shoes are new and the ring
I will never take off

our life happily ever after
is officially beginning
never too large or too small

that's agreed, signed
in blue and silver, borrowed and new
it's party time, who wants

to catch the flowers?

You came, didn't ask anything
smelled the fragrances
of maturity around my body

you gave me sweet words
and later a kiss
I floated

Come down
you beckoned, here, but
it is precisely your eyes that make me light

keeping me night and day
in the air without ballast
I'll help you, you smile

and you lick the fragrances
from my skin, you dress me
with your look, I get weight

and you lay me down
among the flowers
in which I unfold myself

This morning you stayed

You came with a coffee
washed, your hair hanging loose
in the soft sheets
you lay next to me again

and asked do you love me?

I kissed you
not able to see beyond
my love
in your eyes

searching

The two of us in bed
in the soft sheets
is enough
Your eyes

What do you see in mine?

The talking
stopped with a kiss

your breath now
floating in my blood

the glow makes me sad
knowing how it goes on



I wrap myself around you
suck you into my desire

of doing everything together
till you slip away anyway

steaming
separately but happily

without saying a thing

A few more days
too many nights

again I'm not coming around
to anything, trying not to

think of him
hidden in bed

a lonely spoon
seeking his smell in the pillow

the pillow the bell of my heart
the birds somewhere asleep in the dark

a few more days

It's quiet in the street
someone is splashing
in the bathroom

So small and soft as you
are lying beside me, too beautiful
to wake up

and make love by the open window
yes we're doing it, are you?
But not now, my love

must sleep, I wish he had
a blood-filling dream of me
then I would slide

over him, very carefully
I feel him inside me
and hold my breath

oh oh just a minute
unnoticeably
till I get there

Shrill the whistle shrieks
a gash
No station to be seen
a signal

The pain in my stomach
a twinge
My blood, my life blood
a trace

Breathing to the wound
in and out
Thinking of you, of us
our loving

Gone the overpressure
of my hope
Steam, escaped to nowhere
and nothing

Before getting up I look
how you are still asleep and almost
not breathing, gently

I touch you, enfold you
in my hands and then
I take you with me

we wake the children
have breakfast, kiss, and wave
watch them all the way



With a friend I weigh
our lives with everyone
taste what is sweet and sour

between the words we always
have to tell each other more
than a week

the children are growing
it all passes
while it stays with us

What am I doing here
dressed up and laughing
for nothing, in too much noise

to understand anyone?
still nine, nine days left
nine days without hands

to lie in and purr
only mine
and they don't count

can not do what he can do
Perhaps the man opposite me
seems like a sweet man

or the pretty guys over there
who will know how
without thinking about it

what I am doing here
doubting
with my clothes on

A cold, a flu: may happen
I'm in bed, cocooned in myself
a clammy pupa
above all, I suffer

of desire, inexplicably
much more ardently I want to feel
your body, a blazing lust
of life for which I am too ill

Of course, my head lies open, naked
is my throat, scraped
by sneezing viruses
my lips are dry and burn

desirously for you
do love me, enjoy
my warmth
now I'm being reborn

The boxes
the room with the boxes
the stuff and papers
from before, I avoid them

I don't tolerate the dust myself
and to others I give no access
hopefully it will ever be burned
unseen with appropriate respect

I don't want to know
if I still would know
the names of my boyfriends
I have a husband

we sleep in two houses
three if I had wished so
and I just leave it that way
one shouldn't exaggerate romance

it's important to bite through
not repeat old mistakes
be mature enough
for a new life

Admit, it is true
you are with her, more and more
              with her, more and more
in your mind where
you don't let me in
                 let me in

please talk
with me, I love you
               I love you
so stop dreaming now
and experience it actually, with me
                                actually, with me

don't put me offside
rather say goodbye
       rather goodbye
than ignoring me
and going your own way
        going your own way

everything about her is shining
you are lost in her
              lost in her
as if you are in heaven
and don't know the earth anymore
                 don't know me anymore

My love, you don't have to say a word
you know that I do know you better
than now, than you
want to endure when you are thinking
of her who likes your company

Your words would not refute
that I apparently am less
than now, than she
whom you give all attention
because you like her company

Your eyes ask her for what
still better is not given
than now, than me
turning into a memory
of who you were, of óur bond

You're getting into feelings
with more significance
than now, than we
than at night the knife that suddenly
lights up in a dream, in my hand

You almost cycled on
en route in your mind
but somewhere on the edge
you did see me, standing here

gingerly we take
the frays of the past
feeling, would it be possible
to knot a nice bow out of it

I don't know what you wanted, then
maybe it was like you said
or did you long for more nonetheless?
You came too close to me

I don't know
but this is clumsy
with the bike in the street and so
I live nearby

do you have time?

Again I come to taste you
in the buzz of the evening

at the Abracadabar, it does
not smell like then, but like you

blossoming above everything
the senses are singing around

they nest in me
until the two of us will remain
and go home together

Eyes, lips, chest, and belly
tears at tough self-mockery
I put everything in the dish

for my company, a man
you could have been

Tonight, the remaining question is
who will join who

in the magic
of his thoughts

The elder wears my wedding dress
allures me closer and lifts me back

in His arms, lays me down
on the bed again, is spreading
over my beauty

in the beach house near the waterfall
that ice-cold whipped my hands

when I passed behind the roaring
shuffling sidewards with Him
over a ledge of surrender

of which the fire was invisible
for the couples who didn't dare

What am I doing here open and exposed
in the street with His head weightless
in my empty hands

weighing His buttocks and stroking
the lust of His erectile tissue

in my empty hands
in old smells
and white elder