Att kalla på en guds händer
att luta sig vid
skulle vara otillräckligt för mig. ~ The Knife


I moved along
tenderly the contours
at the edge of your skin
and felt Eternity
lost
in the same breath
I saw your eyes.

In my heart
the life-giving muscle
sounded a piece of music
unwritten away
down my unseen thighs.

Your eyes said it all
and yet nothing at all
but meant more
than the words
you quietly whispered in sleep.

If I then had had the feeling
even for a fraction of a second
the significance
of that which never happened
but should have been.

For that the fire that then blazed
would wither down
like a rose in the sky
I wish that you
remember what is now
and not before

and never what could be.