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Sea roses and frogs, and tree trunks in the sun
while you’re dropping biblical allusions
and we’re both are making fun
of life’s confusions
hastily, filling these blanks of this „getting-to-know“
like old friends, who’ve just met
and maybe that is why
YOU SEE STRAIGHT THROUGH ME
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I’m an open book, while you’re building walls
impregnable
except for the rare moments when your eyes blink
with desire
AND I SEE STRAIGHT THROUGH YOU
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you help me unravel the mystery
of self-deceptions
and easily
words are floating through the hot summer air
like dragon flies ….
With you I can stop telling fairy tales
no frogs left in this pond worth picking
you’re pointing at them, reminding me, asking:
„How many of them have you been kissing?“
And after seeing that sparkle in your eyes again, I admit:
„I am a passionate frog-kisser!“
But whatever I kiss,
in the end it is always myself that I find within the reflection of the pond.
I’m imperfect.
I’m shattered.
I’m naive.
AND YOU SEE STRAIGHT THROUGH ME.
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Nothing ever brought me closer to the pain of knowing
who I am
than sitting at this pond together with you
counting frogs
when all I wanted to say was „I love you“
at the wrong point in time.
