The Death of Me
I won’t die for you,
I will die because of you;
Your warm words
smell like bittersweet,
Your soft touch
everything I need.
And one look
at your eyes so kind,
will make me
loose my goddamn mind.
The Best of Life
I wanna swim in every lake,
wanna dance in every summer rain,
wanna go to every party,
wearing clothes I like.
I wanna sing loud to every song,
wanna eat every piece of chocolate,
wanna run through every forest,
through the fire of fall.
I wanna build every snowman,
wanna light every scented candle,
wanna listen to every one
of the Christmas songs.
I wanna have every picnic,
wanna travel every continent,
wanna see every sweet flower,
that blossoms in spring.
I wanna enjoy every second of life,
but I only ever wanna kiss you.
strawberry-kisses
A couple at a busstop,
hot, sweaty skin in a hotelbed,
face to face in dazzling disco-lights,
red lips touching in a fancy restaurant.
God sits above.
God collects kisses.
God makes strawberries:
Small strawberries,
big, sweet strawberries,
fresh, odd-shaped strawberries,
heartshaped, perfect strawberries.
© Greta Hallwaß 2023-12-30