Love, never take me home again Least of all to that house, and especially not at night. Empty my bottom drawer, incinerate my garden, Fling me out like the hick I am,. So awkward in your tall ancestral halls Which coil into each other, into you, into time. Love, forgive me at night, most of all at night: Let me go back to the dance, the crowd.
My body is a gun made of sorrow aimed at you. Love, save me from those mornings, from those long tables, those elegant rooms.
You could go swimming in the marshes of death and still dive back freely into those mornings. Love, listen to me at night, most of all at night So I can let these words fall from my tongue. Prickly threads of sound Nothing like my voice.
Love, night-times, lay me down on a bed of wine Distilled from your poverty, poured from your fears. Tell the freesias and jasmines about me And most of all tell the dervishes, especially at night. Love, see a world in me, a peeled grape Ignore the spinning machinery outside. Forget the pain I keep pressing on you, Let it rest, let it fade into the distance. Catch an apple, a burst of street talk, a catcall, an explosion of laughter in your ear.
There is meaning in an undone button It is words which kill their targets. Love, lean into me, look at me You touch me but you left ages ago. I Door de schaduw is een waanzin ontstaan - Waarvan ik geproefd heb - al zei ik van niet. Liefste β neem mij 's nachts niet mee naar huis Mij vooral niet naar huis, vooral niet 's nachts.
