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

A car stops, because

I'm standing at the window --


and yes, I can come.

In bed I think you
close to me, I am -
my shapes in your hands
and can forget for a while

My belly on the inside full
of bruises, right there
I long for you, I want to feel
you and not know an hour

Clean and fragrant from the bath
happily ever after
******* and caressing
horsing around immortally

Do what I can do, dream
Take my mind off, change
my horizon until you are here
and eat something in between

Don't dream, only then

will you see the light, won't you --


be blinded by it.

Wake up, don't marry

him if you are not yearning --


for him in sweet dreams.

In his dream he gropes

for her and the night also --


seeks her hiding-place.

It's our secret bed,

there in the dark, where we live --


dreaming together.

You change every day,

you don't want me, I miss what --


has not even been.

Drowning refugees,

sailing to the other side --


of their hope, their dream.

Just you, all of you,

and my imagination --


and my hankering.