EROS (zu Pandea)
We drink from the chalice of love,
how our bodies nestle,
curving to find one another.
In a wonderful tenderness,
conscious of transience.
We take, drink
as much as we can.
that finiteness has caught sight of us.
It is an indescribable
that lies in the storms
and where now two soul-filled sounds
meet one another.
The eyes’ gaze
meets briefly for this quiet glow;
a whole life waited for this.
Our mouths pine away as do our bodies.
Extract from the Mentagram Poem, „MENTAGRAMM II“, pp. 802/803