let the pale moon sky
fall on earth
like rope

drops of longing

sparkling like millions of stars
reflecting
on the soft hill
of your greed
of which the morning breaks out
red golden
sending burning streams
your sun shining
in the glistening light

drops of longing

I close my eyes
open my mouth
so that I can dive
into the ocean of your lust
above which
in fascinating colors
of your fantasy
wings of butterflies are turning

affectionately winning over
in acrobatic dances
rising vertically
butterflies
that are like
drops of longing
fly skywards

meet

become one

I like it.

G