Maybe

Some days I feel
I should not tell you
I love you
Some nights too

Better to keep my mouth shut
I should not tell you
I adore you
I need you
I worship you
not through an image
I should not

those things are told
in smaller alleys
or in a dark room
when the sun sets
or rises
when light fondles
the lovers bodies

I should tell you
under an orange tree in spring
near the seaside's biggest rock
in a small hut on the mountain

Maybe I will tell you

in the middle of a grey stair
standing through a yellowish door
on a rainy afternoon
when those things are told, that is

not through a mirror

Some days I feel
Some night I must tell you
I love you
Then

I will kiss you
until the sun sets
or rises

(from the collection "Inner Flood")