i give in
this act of giving
is a successive thing
i can not hold moments
time, it takes me
little hans playing by the shoreside
his castle keeps tumbling, such grains
like rain they shower on his blood-plump hands
come back to me his mother cries. she is young
he will come back to her because he must. like this,
i give in. she holds out her arms, which he fills
dearer than the lover, his heart becomes
the eye she sees with. clear and
simple. blue beach, brown sand
there can be nothing else
one sun, one moon
earth.
i give in.