I could have never loved you more
than ever loving you
as on that bloody morning
when you were trumpeting
your golden solo
with all wild dogs barking out,
so loud and never ever vicious
and all those, young calves, all mourning
for their mother's milk, taken away
and raining, as a sprinkler from the sky
was fog, and moist, and mist
you gave me, all, for licking
among the trees, all little birds
singing, shyly, away, the scents
of innumerable flowers.
In the palm of my hands you were given
an innocence and your scent was
blurring edge of silent incantations.
I could have never loved you more
than on that depressing morning
when you were trumpeting your golden solo
than ever loving, ever loving.
"Ich hab dich den Gai gennent."
- early morning surprise while feeding my favorite plants some wake up coffee