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A dedication to the man I share the earth core with.

~

When I whisper your name to my pillow she gets mad at me
for having long hair.
It got into her eyes, she complains. Female jealousy, I’d say.

~

Surely your arms sing in the same decibels as my bathrobe.

~

You laughed when I told you that I
brushed my teeth for half an hour
and how beautiful your stubble would look
in my wash-basin.

~

Believe me when I tell you
I would give up a whole album of family
                                                       photos,
                          a whole row of French
                                                       perfumes
                          a whole wardrobe of white
                                                         shirts…

for one of yours.

~

Blurry horizons, you’re the dream of every paper boat which
sets off across the Black Sea
but if you don’t like your complexion, I’ll pepper you with mine.
You don’t mind ice-cream teeth, do you?

~

I want to introduce you to my bus No.3 and the bus driver
who loves posters of naked women
on the windscreen.
He wanted to meet the person I’ve waited longer than him.

~

Help me,
Your name fills a three-volume dictionary

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Description
A dedication to the man I share the earth core with.

~

When I whisper your name to my pillow she gets mad at me
for having long hair.
It got into her eyes, she complains. Female jealousy, I’d say.

~

Surely your arms sing in the same decibels as my bathrobe.

~

You laughed when I told you that I
brushed my teeth for half an hour
and how beautiful your stubble would look
in my wash-basin.

~

Believe me when I tell you
I would give up a whole album of family
                                                       photos,
                          a whole row of French
                                                       perfumes
                          a whole wardrobe of white
                                                         shirts…

for one of yours.

~

Blurry horizons, you’re the dream of every paper boat which
sets off across the Black Sea
but if you don’t like your complexion, I’ll pepper you with mine.
You don’t mind ice-cream teeth, do you?

~

I want to introduce you to my bus No.3 and the bus driver
who loves posters of naked women
on the windscreen.
He wanted to meet the person I’ve waited longer than him.

~

Help me,
Your name fills a three-volume dictionary

a b c d e f g h i j k l m n . . .
      h
      o
      c
      o
      l
      a
      t
      e