the snow falls
from high above us
we are like walking statues
your beauty topples kingdoms
my darkness rapes poetry
nothing
is what it seems
there are always two worlds
one frozen in light, eternal
the other dim and dense and full of movement
Chorus:
and you are
made of kisses
the drawn outline of the lips
breath that moves over the water
breathed figure moist
are we
evil spirits to each other
are we the rain that dips the municipalities
where the journey, where love leads
to the wedding grove, to the chamber
in the rooms quite chained, restless
above the monument, the king's tomb
there the beasts, the tormenting spirits torment each other
even though the invitation belongs to the wedding hall
Chorus