Lieber Frau
I wish you’d light the way
just a little bit brighter,
maybe the Ungeziefer in my
mind would shy away then;
such a prolonged stay bugs
me. A naked twist of your
waist, my toes feeling the
velvet kiss of your feet, naked
brushes, all in all the fertility
of your touch upon my conscience
flying home to your touch,
which never happened. Shine
a little bit shinier, so my old
alloyed heart beats and beams
one more sad happening, an
entry gone, written up and
expelled from the noise in my
brain (a hallowed hall, where
I let my notebooks lay to see
the smile beyond your skirt an
autumn day, if you’d only
let it happen). Black on plaid
wool on silk, I can’t forget
the wooden desk, which wasn’t
a part of the package: Freiheit
dear, liberty. At the clang
of the bells before our noon I
thought you thought you found me.
