du willst noch leben irgendwann, doch wenn nicht heute, wann denn dann?
i kiss you and i taste salt;
sacred, sacred, hallowing the slope
of my sea-bound throat.
only rain is half as holy;
only the deluge which moulds
the shores of this love.
ah, how lovely you are;
breast a blinding, moon-cut white
even in the darkest storm.
It’s called happiness.
When I laugh and the whole world hears it and
you’re there
and you’re smiling at me
and I’m soft inside. I’m soft for you.
My heart sleeps, rests in silence,
my insides puddle
and I’m imagining children playing in the mud
and you there.
I’m imagining
a future
for me
(how amazing is that?)
with you.
