What you did on Friday.

A love poem. (for Jürgen Donnerstag)

He asked “How did you spend your Friday?”,
I plucked out those baby-blues and used the colour to write this note,
Then I drew a coffin,
I laid you inside, and painted you black.
I redid monologue between Sauna visits and quick-kiss parking places,
Where one should not park.

I made your pictures do hand-stands.
I hid my cell phone where it was good and out of reach,
You touch me now on this day,
I’ll surely catch my death and oh how I need this,
I worked hard on you on Friday on a forbidden thought of paradise.

I buried this coffin deep inside me.

( Für Prof. Jürgen Donnerstag)