Girl sinkokraul (V)

the first use that
I made of my liberty was –
hard to say – but was
your mouth
girl sinkokraul
/
pure olive oil
on your meal
flying sheets
over our heads
walking on the moon
with a little scare
of frozen flowers
/
when I understood
that you please my mind
and give a cheerfulness
to my lips

now I sense your tries
girl sinkokraul
the hardest championship
where I’m only able
to love and laugh
/
cause nobody but you
has ever heard me laugh