TOMATOE IN THE FRIDGE

he whispered: let´s go straight
I like thee, Steinchen Kalt
I like thee a lot
I miss thee if too many a day
after seeing thee
hearing thine
words: thy scent
closer, I try
I love thy speech,
when there´re great thoughts
and my very heart loves
thy writing, too
but what I love the most is the witz on tomatoes in the fridge
and so I am
I like thy glance
thine eyes, thy smile
I love the way you are: brave.
This one voice perishes in the night
of times, and so I am
recalls of everlasting love
God´s privilege
as I vanish
Hell overwrites me over and over again.