spring awakening -
light seeping through
a doors crack

with gritted teeth
unfolding through a crack
- first dandelion

early dandelion -

unfolding through a crack

moment by moment

sunny morning -
green buds turning yellow
nudged from within

spring rain -
clearing the way
under old roots

lovesong for H Nr. 6

you allowed me
a lot of
playful touching
not shy of
any region of
your body
(as long I let you
stay dressed)

but all you
ever did
near caressing me
was letting lie
your forearm
(with glowing skin)
at the side
of mine
barely touching

or letting hover
the side of your hand
above
the back of my hand
a millimeter apart

once you
sat beside me
and
(lost in thought)
plucked
on some of
my arms hairs

that was
the climax

lovesongs for H Nr. 5

the memory still
makes me laugh (bitterly)
but once you
really thought
I would be repelled
by your spittle
(as a child might assume)

so you used to spit
some drops through
fluttering lips
snorting like a pony
whenever I leaned in
and did as I would try
to steal a kiss from you
but bouncing back
in time

I hid it well
but
all I longed for
was drinking
all the spittle
off your mouth
in a real wet kiss

instead of this
I cherished
the small drops
on my lips
that lingered
a while