Dance

Like the breeze in the wheat field: this is your hand in my hair this is your sweet voice in my eardrums. Your arms are safe the safest shelter of existence. I circle around you naked, dancing, I fall again into your arms like the wheat field in the arms of the breeze I give myself to the caresses of your lips your hands your words my love! Let the storm of wrath stamp its muddy feet on the ground! Let it say with its terrible roaring that it has set fire has burned the blue planet earth, which is dancing dancing, dancing forever – like the wheat field around the breeze – around its sun...