Line

Line
drawn like
living hair
dead-of-night darkened
from you
to me.

Held back
outside
 leaning far over
thirsting
to kiss the end of the distances.

The evening
throws the springboard
of the night over the redness
prolongs your spit of land
and I set my hesitating foot
on the trembling strings
of the death that has already begun.
But that is love –

 

Linie wie
lebendiges Haar
gezogen todnachtgedunkelt
von dir
zu mir.

Gegängelt
außerhalb bin ich hinübergeneigt
durstend
das Ende der Fernen zu küssen.

Der Abend
wirft das Sprungbrett
der Nacht über das Rot
verlängert deine Landzunge
und ich setze meinen Fuß zagend
auf die zitternde Saite
des schon begonnenen Todes.

Aber so ist die Liebe –

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