feeding her

i could teach your tongue to taste

she whispered, she, who did not show

naked ran her feet in vain

weakness racked her bones, it knew

feet like those will not remain

wasted was her breath upon him

laughs and cries to raise his faith

like light leaves the pleas went down

as light leaves the bile will not drown

he raised his hands, subdued the shiverings

and ran his tongue across the palms

he felt the life along the fingers

and let its breath refill his lungs

the hands were love and they were joy

like fruit wine punch they brought delight

but rest won´t breathe in empty hands

and empty they were folded tight

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