I've asked you whether it is my impression
that there is a moon
and breasts which are ripening
you said yes, it is an impression
what could it be
this gasp for breath
when I look into your eyes
a hammock, a blanket and sunrise
I'm afraid
you catch me more and more with your fingers
I want to run your kiss broils
forever behind me
you see me shivering and hold me so tight
this is why
the grasses sway