In This Fascination

Wandering over the whole world, I come back for you to knock at your door . For you I defeat the maddened sword of poverty. You are mine in this fascination I go to unlock the darkness of death. With unbarred kissing and humming I embrace you and remain benumbed. I stand as if I were a tree of green smell or a crystal house where in the glassy darkness black fishes take the golden stones into their mouth. My household is clean, white and small like an aquarium; who are you the sweet fish getting enlightened into the blue water-house? Lifting up the hungry mouth how many drops of wind are possible to be collected -- would anyone ever protect these precious bubbles on the body of moss? Such a motion of soundless bubbles turns into a flower of joy; Behold, how nicely a beautiful mermaid nibbles at my finger.