At first the crow to get them started
and then soft steps,
Whistling water
Coffee, perfect coffee.
Now the right song
and back between sheets.
A body crack
A leaf from Autumn
A scrambling search,
for which belongs to who
before the boots go on
or the phone rings.
Inseperable lips
and the longing starts
before even the door,
and it follows my day
so carefully.
