In This Fascination
Wandering over the whole world,
I come back for you
to knock at your door . For you
I defeat the maddened sword of poverty.
You are mine in this fascination
I go to unlock the darkness of death.
With unbarred kissing and humming
I embrace you and remain benumbed.
I stand as if I were a tree of green smell
or a crystal house where in the glassy darkness
black fishes take the golden stones
into their mouth.
My household is clean, white and small
like an aquarium;
who are you the sweet fish getting enlightened
into the blue water-house?
Lifting up the hungry mouth
how many drops of wind are possible to be
would anyone ever protect these precious bubbles
on the body of moss?
Such a motion of soundless bubbles
turns into a flower of joy;
Behold, how nicely a beautiful mermaid
nibbles at my finger.