it is to you,
I speak –!
what are
dreaming animals
and great joy
compared with the noise
of raging stomachs
and pained sexes –?
idiocy –!
not
do my stomach rage anymore,
and always have I loved,
and not can I still the noise –
but it is
to you, I speak –!
– – –
a distant evening,
when you sit calmly
with shared victory between you –,
you may find
another hunger in your blood,
a new longing,
speaking of strange animals
and great joy –,
demanding new fights –