In the Cold Air

Come, let us cling to each other with our blue, trembling bodies. Let us cling so close that we feel only the warmth of each other’s hot blood, which flows again beneath our skin and flares up again like two red buds of fire on our lips. Let us cling to each other so close that we see, see all the icicles behind the windows of our cold eyes fall drop by drop, dancing and clear on our cheeks: like this, tightly, face to face, clinging to each other. There is no place, there never was a place, outside, the world has always been the freezing cold of hell. There is no place! The frames of paradise have fallen to the ground and the false leaves have fallen away. There was never any paradise but the paradise of our embrace. Come, from head to foot I am an embrace: thirsty for your body. Come, so that you are warmed by my hot kisses on the furrow of your bloody tears; by my trembling kisses on the furrow of your brows. Outside of us was the freezing cold of hell; and paradise was nowhere but in this gleam of a tear in the corner of our eyelid, in the bed of love, like the rising of the sun: step by step, with all our solar atoms, we mingle with each other. And in this pure flame we melt down the bitter barbed wire, the base borders, the frames of the bloody paradise, and the false mask of partings. Nowhere is there a place. Come, so that we are born in the moment of climax, in the moment of climax, when we boil over into each other like two flowers of red fire, and burn up the freezing cold of hell in the whole of each other’s heart...