~ the equinoxes:
erotic poems ~
you tell me you want to be
my son / my father / my lover
and everything possible to be
you tell me this - the day of the equinox:
when that we never thought we can know
appears as watermelons in front of our eyes
when our senses are shown
as offerings to a fresh world:
water from our arms, rivers that move us
have you seen the meteorite of fire?
the tropic of water?
the colorful branches of the trees?
slight fire and our favorite word is helium
spring moon on an avocado tree -
rain that still slips between the houses
the rivers begin to get faster
and slowly the snow melts