As a frog I tried to ask you something solemnly: “Are you really happy up there goose?” But then I didn’t dare – my big mouth shut! Neither did you (by the way) pay any attention to me, but that seemed to be explainable, because in this pond we never seem to be alone. … Lees verder
I will be the first I will be green I will be one of hence Of us I will be I will be a nobody ten a penny I will be thousands But nobody will be me Be me! Wait for the dearest to come! Till morning YOU will be the first & see
We are not in love You can shoot us if we were & if you like to We just have things on our mind in a state of amplexus *) for a day or two We don’t make love although it hurts in a certain way: tightness of chest fear of overwhelming & who’s who? … Lees verder
This coming dance It feels like a silky dress So no harm done: between us a négligé of drifting water is moving our feet & legs & hips Helps us to get together soggy-bodied drowned in love
Hi! Here I am back in your garden as I told you before. So why the surprise my love and why this DeLight? In your wide open eyes I observe the click of a Nikon The one you are holding right there to catch me again & again & again. But I know how to plunge in your pond … Lees verder
You stole my legs and belly Beastly weeded me out Shovelled me as the remains of this day and composed a song out of me rotting You disappeared me completely and drowned in humus I gave up & left nothing behind
I really had to leave my body. Left it behind as it gave up this frozen and then swollen soul. Sorry, I am so sorry for that. It just came over me. Maybe I should have left some spawn as a note „I’ll be back“. Maybe even better „I’ll be back … Lees verder
I still am a frog, did you know? I Swallowed some water & listened to the sound of thickening in wintertime. And as my pinkrose innerspace became a frozen thought I still remembered myself as a frog. Iced needles pierced my skin my mind and your pond, but I still am a frog, like … Lees verder
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