Sep 4, 2009

1 Gedicht/Nacht

und: in Englisch!


After you eased yourself
on top of me
and leaned forward,
your long hair fell around
our faces like an arabian tent
holding in the desert air.

As I pulled your quivering lips
down to mine, your eyes closed
and the tent collapsed around us
spewing the desert heat into our groins.

Paul Polansky

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Ihr Senf, bitte. Am besten verdaulich und nicht zu dick aufgetragen.