Sabine

coincidence and fate
figure largely in our lives

how many words did I speak to you ?
how often we kissed ?

when I met you – these flowers – were they just blooming or in grandeur ?
you liked these shrubs
bourgeois gardens

your tanned skin
silky hair
how I much loved you

shame on my arrogance
see an eternity in your eyes
Malevich Black Square

first night – first morning – first walk – first afternoon
in the straw fields

I want you living alive
a tiny little note from your hand

if you are gone

I revive you with my magic
from the dust of Tbilisi
from the scanners digits
from my endless noise and pain

could I touch you once again

31.01.2017