leicht füßig

der abend wirft sein tuch                                                                                                                                                           aufs land                                                                                                                                                                                dort hinterm hügel                                                                                                                                                                    rücken                                                                                                                                                                                       an rücken                                                                                                                                                                                 wo die nesseln aus                                                                                                                                                               voller blüte                                                                                                                                                                           duften                                                                                                                                                                                entkommen wir                                                                                                                                                                     den fremden                                                                                                                                                                       blicken                                                                                                                                                                                        up                                                                                                                                                                                             up and away                                                                                                                                                                        über die furt                                                                                                                                                                              ins lilagrün                                                                                                                                                                            eines lavendelfeldes                                                                                                                                                 metaphernmordend                                                                                                                                                                geh ich in die knie                                                                                                                                                                 vor so viel narren                                                                                                                                                                 mut                                                                                                                                                                                         und spüre deine zunge                                                                                                                                                        zwischen den zehen                                                                                                                                                  rhythmisch                                                                                                                                                                            seltsamt ein schrei                                                                                                                                                               gen nimmermüde                                                                                                                                                                 immerherz

 

 

 

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