Between you and me

sometimes drifts the melody --


of an old ditty.

The professor's book

is discounted, outdated --


at his retirement.

My cabinet with books is in the street
for the taking, the chair next to it
One more moment I sit on it

thinking of obsolete dreams
and our new home, the beginning
of our own fairy-tale

our new dreams
of children running and spinning
around by the anchor

of our desire
tired in the evening, taking a bath
and sleeping in our hearts

My crush gave me love,

which still gives me so much more:


my motherly love.

People and clouds race

each other, they have no time --


for a rain shower.

I can't fly, but I

dare to fall, for a moment --


I've got perspective.

I undress and see nothing of me
       in the clothes neatly laid out
       next to each other to put back on

underwear is underwear, trousers trousers
if there is anything special about it
it is just that
      
there are no marks on it, I don't advertise
I unstitch myself free
pick the lint from my clothes
      
out of my navel, the belly is cool, I feel
myself, breast is breast, cheek cheek
but my belly, that's me

my hands know it
better than my eyes
that do recognize my face
      
as mine, everywhere
where I am, nowhere for sale
but it is veiled now

I am tired, I want rest
having nothing to do with anyone
and still
      
love myself