German Lust
kisses came as beggars in the night,
falling from the sky we slid into alley ways,
and we had enough hunger to make
sandcastles float on top of water.
she showed me love letters,
wishing someone could have written
at least one to her.
for all the rebellion we had hell
in our blood,
it tasted good to have it rain on our faces.
lost people collected heroes,
winners had enough,
enough to burn churches and saints.
pianos played,
feeding on each other until she pushed me away,
and her eyes got ready to awake alone
to an empty room.
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