poetry

[bananadong]

At night

A moon descends
Shadows the forest
With silver vetch

[bananadong]

Woman + Woman - E

Woman
Woman
naked
One room
Quiet light

The older one trembles
The younger one does not hide her curiosity

The older one hesitates
Shame on her naked breast

The younger one hungers for pleasure
She waits

In the cold room next door the
Plays with the clouds on the empty bed

On a lonely bench a lonely man dies

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Moonstruck

We were moonstruck and enjoyed every night
in which he threw his silver shine around.
Secrecy and silence were our friends and
and hid our longing and desire when our silvery white flesh
our silvery white flesh drove into each other.
And sometimes red blood ran from your calf,
that mingled with our flesh and made
our love into a supper.

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Man + Man - C

Man
Man
naked
A room
The older one desires silently
The younger one smiles

The younger one closes his eyes
He waits

The younger one says: I trust you!
The older one smiles now too

The woman behind the yellowed walls extinguishes the light
The curtains rustle

The silence swallows almost everything....

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From you to me

Is a dream from
You to me
Plowed
A dream of
Wetness, blood and sweat
Flowed through my
Black eyes
Into my sea
Of cluelessness
Ran through my veins
Like old wild wine
Gone are the days of searching
We are no longer alone

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Fantasy to go there

Not a successful day, truly not
Would have liked to take the one who did so nobly
Snotty nose licked clean - if only what would have been
What's the point, licked elsewhere too
Just think of the skirt, the sinful short one
From which legs protrude, suggesting stockings
What else do you think - probably nothing else
Underneath - well, not even a black triangle
So clean & bright -, so distinguished, so elegant she did
And yet so slippery her wit, for all that
What she only tells me and yet does not do
My hand did on her right - and onward
I picked her up and put her there, where I was so hot
A fire - and she made no bones about it
Her grip spoke clearly, so I felt warm - there
And dared a bold grip - underneath
Stockings indeed, indeed only!
And no soft triangle either, only wetness...
She let me - and then came the kiss from her
That spoke of more, of further, to the - there
But he lied, the kiss -; for when I then ventured forward
To there, by seeing the two beauties -
Who held back under their blouses until here -
she interrupted what I was doing
Kissed me again, wet on the mouth
Said sweet things and laughed in my face, very noble
That should be good, that should be it, for here -
Not succeeded, no, truly not -
I'd like to have her who did so nobly -

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Glass bead game in the head

Come and hold me!
Lie with me on the sand of thought
And sing with me the sunset song.
The waves caress our bare feet
And travel with us home... home.
Holding hands we ride, relaxed, like good wine.

The light catches in us and makes us whole.
Come and hold me!
Lie with me on the sand of thought.
I whisper to your heart visionary verses
and seduce you to thoughtlessness!

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Whip

I whip you, whip your soul.
You know it's a moment of power.
The blood that flows, that dries my lust
And rhymes on my greed a house of hate.
And sings to my lust a song of questions,
And paints ballads full of fabulous vengeful blood .
As long as I must forge verses laden with this rage,
as long as you suffer, as long as you suffer...

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Dialogue with a face in a poem

Love stands there made of stones full of hurt
And indulgence. With my faults about? I read
Brokenness, sadness and pain. Why so sad?
I could comfort you! I could hold my heart to yours.
I'd scrape your soul from the road and eat burgers
With you in the canyons of Arizona.

You write that you are blinded by these lies.
the truth only in shadows. Creeping quietly along walls
and the doubts of others melt you down.
I could comfort you! I could hold my heart to yours.
I'd scrape your soul from the street and eat burgers
With you in the canyons of Arizona.

You ask for a hope, just tentatively, silently almost
And that you want to keep looking, though hopelessly, yes,
mortally wounded. Oh would you but open your eyes!
I could comfort you! I could hold my heart to yours.
I'd scrape your soul from the street and eat burgers
With you in the canyons of Arizona.

You feel like you're only alive because the fear of death is
Is even stronger. What if the grief went on in dying?
What if your painful longing were immortal?
I could comfort you! I could hold my heart to yours.
I would scrape your soul from the road and eat burgers
With you in the canyons of Arizona.

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In the ocean of dreams

In the ocean of dreams, life is boundless.
And longing builds a bridge through the waters
Of lust.
I can have all the women then, but they chase me
A scream tears my nocturnal when I awake in fear
I awake.

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Maja II.

Leave out the comas! Laugh at me you breathless one.
And aim deep inside me. Don't set any traps!
Be afraid...
Love!

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you say

you say I should choose
between you and her

that's so cruel
I love you both

you want a decision
but feelings are affected

You won't win me this way
You will lose everything

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cold buffet

between sandwiches
I found you
we stuffed the oodles
of caviar and champagne
and in our minds
stark naked
unfortunately we lost sight of each other
before we reached the hotel

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every day

every day the same questions
should i shave
should I put cheese or ham on my bread?
do i want some music
which scarf fits to my shirt
and - should I call you

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What wind blows us to each other

between light and dark, between morning and
evening, blue hours last between eternities,
between fields of stars, eons, tides of infinity,
we meet at the salzufer of eternal silence,
light-years of longing between our lips.
stars fall down, waves blow away
light breaks the shore between us..........

good that it is useless to linger in the arms of the other.
of the other. so it remains only under this sky
of dreams, so it remains alive, edible,
so a word remains a word and a kiss
a kiss.

we circle like eternals, tense our muscles and senses
and still we lose ourselves, eternally silent, lightless with
a hunch only of life... after all
a hunch....

[bananadong]

Glasperlenspiel

memories of tomorrow 1

rolling balls of glass
are not the messengers for those
who descend from clouds
and announce the end of the game

[bananadong]

Glasperlenspiel

memories of tomorrow 1

rolling balls of glass
are not the messengers for those
who descend from clouds
and announce the end of the game

[bananadong]

From dusk til dawn

It was not a cockcrow that woke me today,
but the rumble of the night gone by
that vanished as soon as it discovered me
and had to realize that I had woken up.
A new morning that joined me,
that threw itself with light to blind me,
capitulates in the urge - so God reward -
in the cry the crows send pain.
The view prevents fog, and figures
blur, become sick in the dull glow,
Melancholy: the soul to manage
Be released and lost in this being.
Leisurely the day goes the way of the times
defeated in the cycle of constant euphoria
and swings in the infinity of the wide,
of the great space that cradles us.
The dawn holds the entry in the next hour
and announces that the light, which was barely born,
has now inflicted this wound
in that the dark blue is chosen as the ruler.