Siegfried Schreck

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Since your departure
burning the candlevoice incessant
in the window.

Certainty is feeding the flame,
that one day you'll come
and knock on that heavy stone door.

That old woman,
you recognize her ?
Tell her your Life
while she snuffs out the candle
that called your name.

That is your home coming.
Shed your flesh like a coat,
and be welcome.
You are not a stranger.
Your mother,
the wrinkled grey stone
has you back again.

Concerning myself -
no day break is needed.
I wished the night would stay.
Let me hang on to your lips
until morning at eight.
I will call you Eve.

Enjoying the garden of Eden,
surrender to me
and close your eyes like shutters.
We are only a short while
here in this paradise.
Let's not talk about Love

To possibly
Hold on to a tooth
In case my words
Patinate with rust,
One is so vulnerable
Without tools of defense.

Constant satisfying
My curiosity
Even this is a battle
Ever since I breathe,
Temptation is prevailing
At my thought of
Open bottles.

The state when I am
A Jelly-Pudding
Just lazy basking
In the bowl,
That is when I don't
Deserve myself anymore.

When I say the yes
And the final amen's
To about everything,
The nodding with my head,
My own sentence to death
Underscored
then Vanillesauce
should cover me,
the spoon should part
and slice me
and fill small cups
with me as dessert.