there were so many words confided
that at certain times it felt as there was nothing more
to add to your excitement about me.
i prayed for us both to get stuck in there.
and so much getting used and really used for nothing but
us, bare-headed on rugs when gods leave the temple,
our rooms, off the fourth floors and outside, in the street,
they run naked, aliens to the whole traffic and people that work or shop or maybe return home
in their cars...those people whose eyes we fear, whom we are just looking forward to become...
i have a lot of words that remind me of you, in fact, i have a whole language to forget...just for God's sake.
hey there, wie geht es dir?