night talk into dreams

drifting like plankton among the shadows of passing spells
wrapped in french sheets of transience
moonlight on brows and elbows
tiptoeing through a stranger's dream

a story without ending sweet and hot
like turkish coffee served
in tiny cups filled anew forever

letters written with white ink flow pressed
out of erect nipples unread and stored
in shirt pockets close to the heart - if i turned
to page seven would the teeth of my dreams
of translucence be sharpened?

beyond the concrete of all considerations you are
arching over me your rainbow
fool's gold and colours of everything to come
skin exposed to the sound of night
eyes like heartbeat grazing bodies sore with life
spread out beneath the fresco ceiling
dancing slowly
meeting parting touching
in an ancient rhythm of blue

silent be silent but
swallow me into you
lest the cool air finds any space between us
let silence potentialize radiate while the thunder
of the city is screaming in the night of chosen destiny
giving birth to a desert rose of forgotten sand

zeit und eis


the sunny tang of summer

only in dreams