In the middle

I am standing
burning

in the  middle of the living room

a photo and a memory of you besides
wild horses run in the bedroom
some arrows pinned on the walls
the ceiling is a flowery meadow

I am burning

an old man vanishes in the corner
It's me in the dark
the door is a shining mirror
in it twenty thousand stairs
lead to the sky

a memory of you
a flowery meadow

cats allover lick their bowls
wine turns to milk slowly

It's me in the middle
a shining mirror burning
passion sits besides
desire reigns the sky

a baby appears
in the middle of the living room
cries out loud

my love for you.

(from the collection "Inner Flood")