She's sucking on my

flower, which she has shown me --


in a hand mirror.


Zij zuigt aan mijn bloem,Sie saugt an meiner
die ze mij heeft laten zien --Blume, die sie mir gezeigt --

in een handspiegel.hat im Handspiegel.

Poem H5631
Amsterdam, 2025-06-24
To squat over a hand mirror (Ellen Deckwitz) - 2012
Poem "Om na twintig jaar bloot", collection "Hoi feest" ("Hi party")
Collection: Death on Cast
Tribute to: Deckwitz, Ellen 
 

Without clothes your face

has changed, it's so exposed now --


that you are exposed.


Zonder kleren lijktOhne Kleidung scheint
jouw gezicht anders, zo bloot --dein Gesicht anders, so nackt --

boven zoveel bloot.über der Nacktheit.

Poem H4872
Amsterdam, 2024-08-24
The Black Prince (Iris Murdoch) - 1973
Comical novel, A Celebration of Love, part One
Collection: Dreams of love
Tribute to: Murdoch, Iris 
 

Ordinary men.

When naked, it's striking: thin --


muscular bundles.


Gewone mannen.Normale Männer.
Als ze naakt zijn valt het op:Wenn sie nackt sind, fällt auf: dünn --

dunne spierbundels.die Muskelbündel.

Poem H4545
Amsterdam, 2024-02-27
The things are the boss (Belcampo) - 1950
Story "De dingen de baas" (collection "Sprongen in de branding")
Collection: Wean Di
Tribute to: Belcampo 
 

There's a strange hand with

pointing fingers on my thigh --


and it excites me.


Er ligt een vreemdeEine zeigende
wijzende hand op mijn dij --Hand liegt auf meinen Schenkel --

en dat windt mij op.und das erregt mich.

Poem H4270
Amsterdam, 2023-11-01
The Loneliness of Skin (Marlene Dumas) - 1983
Painting
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly
Tribute to: Dumas, Marlene 
 

In the hospital

there is functional nudeness --


but never in art.


Functioneel naaktFunktionell nackt
komt voor, in het ziekenhuis --gibt es schon, im Krankenhaus --

maar niet in de kunst.nur, nicht in der Kunst.

Poem H3239
Amsterdam, 2022-03-26
Collection: Imprints Masks
 

Visual arts can

certainly suggest lust, just --


not with nudity.


De beeldende kunstDie bildende Kunst
kan wel lust suggereren --kann schon Lust suggerieren --

maar niet met naaktheid.nur, nicht mit Nacktheit.

Poem H3240
Amsterdam, 2022-03-26
Collection: Migration
 

Beauty can be nude,

and vice versa, it is just --


a sexual view.


Schoonheid kan naakt zijn,Schönheit kann nackt sein,
en omgekeerd, we kijken --und umgekehrt, wir gucken --

er seksueel naar.immer sexuell.

Poem H3241
Amsterdam, 2022-03-26
Collection: Imprints Masks
 

Like a question mark,

she lies naked on my bed --


pale, a bit of moon.


Als een vraagtekenAls Fragezeichen
ademt ze naakt op mijn bed --liegt sie nackt auf meinem Bett --

bleek, een beetje maan.blass, ein bisschen Mond.

Poem H3165
Amsterdam, 2022-01-02
Beside Myself (Marianna Salzmann) - 2017
Novel "Außer sich", chapter 'Without time'
Collection: Tightrope walk
Tribute to: Salzmann, Marianna 
 

Zywa Nude I play to be naked

Occasionally someone is looking
Then I play a role

in his head, as the girl
from the other side, the girl
with too long hair
to see her breasts well

In the shadow months
the apartment blocks remain gloomy
Then I close the curtains
and wander through the pattern

in this same soft chair
in which I am completely free
and experience my firmness
breathing inwards from the outside

knowing what it is
to exist - then it's nice
to be nude and play to be naked
and seduce someone

with what I could
desire and do
in broad daylight
if I were not alone

Poem 4044
Amsterdam, 2021-10-21
Eleven a.m. (Edward Hopper) - 1926
Painting
Nude = without clothes, unprotected
Naket = clothes taken off, uncovered

Collection: NightWatch
Tribute to: Hopper, Edward 
 

My flowering lips

are licking the world, too wide --


for my vaginette.


Mijn lippen likkenMeine Blühlippen
bloeiend de wereld, te wijd --lecken die Welt, viel zu weit --

voor mijn klein vagijn.für meine Vagin.

Poem H2999
Amsterdam, 2021-08-04
I am my sex (Sasja Janssen) - 2014
Poem "Ik ben mijn geslacht" (collection "Ik trek mijn species aan")
Collection: On the fly
Tribute to: Janssen, Sasja 
 

Zywa Bloody clothes

From working you get wounds
Bloody clothes in washing machines

Then you sit beside and wait
with spinning thoughts

doing nothing but caress
your skin and fantasize

to do that together with whom
and how and excitingly beautiful

the wounds would heal
and also, very gently with the nails

scratching the scabs

Poem 1980
Amsterdam, 2018-12-13
Collection: BloodTrunk 
 

Zywa Nice uncomfortably

In bed it is nice
lying uncomfortably
feeling myself on all sides

more than one and a half
square meters of skin
exactly fitting

filled with warm feelings
that is me, in the flesh

The stretching
of my back and limbs
may have some cost

of shouting for attention
before they can relax and go
to sleep after the discharge

Poem 1234
Amsterdam, 2017-03-21
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly
 

Zywa My everywhere

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

Poem 1182
Amsterdam, 2017-03-10
Rhythm 0, Imponderabilia (Marina Abramovic) - 1974
Performances "Rhythm 0" (1974, in Studio Morra in Naples), and "Imponderabilia" (1977) by Marina Abramovic (Beograd 1946)
Collection: Heart's Delight
Tribute to: Abramovic, Marina 
 

The light keeps changing

with every piece of clothing --


we slowly take off.


Het licht valt andersNochmals ändert das
op ons, bij elk kledingstuk --Licht, mit jedem Kleidungsstück --

dat we uittrekken.das wir ausziehen.

Poem H1372
Amsterdam, 2015-12-26
Maybe they knew everything (Marieke Lucas Rijneveld) - 2015
Poem "Misschien wisten zij alles" (collection "Kalfsvlies")
Collection: VacantVoid
Tribute to: Rijneveld, Lucas 
 

Zywa Dew

The morning dawns, I step out of bed
Because I want to feel it, I go through

being born in public, I undress myself
in the street and it feels funny

I caress my goose bumps, it's embarrassing
that I have to pee on the waterfront

We're standing still not to fall
Shoulder before shoulder all together

We're standing still for the picture
like athletes at the start, we stretch, forget

the small hard shelves, the extending toes
and the cold iron between butt and legs

We're standing still as if we hover –
an arch of bellies soft

stretched over the canal
Venuses for a moment

Poem 76
Train Amsterdam-Nijmegen, 2007-06-08
Leliegracht (Lily Canal), Amsterdam June 3rd, 2007 (Spencer Tunick)
Collection: I am
Tribute to: Tunick, Spencer 
 

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