DL (November 6,1988. / Pirmasins, Germany)


For soothe be thee,
And be appeased,

If thou confound,
Borne aloft,

Obscured from sight.
It lays aback-
No sense of night.

And as Osiris
Trails up above,
I close my eyes

And know respite.
Phoebus in his muted gold-
Reflects to me,

Sweet Iris' gentle kiss,
Farewell to angst.
For in your arms I know myself-
And am content to simply be.

Embraced by youths infusions count-
The words which pledge ourselves entwined.

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