the red suns turns small and distant,
desire sinks like a limp rubber-animal –
glued-together limbs loosen
slowly bursting –
happy smiles with eyes closed –
timid kisses – not as a request,
but as: how lovely it was –
hair is brushed aside –
the bodies push themselves a little,
so that no arms sleep
and no breasts are squeezed –
now I will sleep!
me too!
everything runs backwards into nothingness
like a filament bulb glows, before it is turned off –