I Will Always Be There. Poem by Martin Lochner

You know me by now,
I don't want anything,
Throw an extra spoon of sugar
in my coffee,
add some cinnamon if you don't mind,
You don't mind and also add vermicelli,
"You will get sick" you reprimand me for walking with naked arms,
it is cold indeed but your hands stroking me is warm beyond my flesh,
offering a jersey I will never ask for,
I don't need money or favor,
I came to collect you for our afternoon walk,
I don't need a juice or a lunch on our way,
I need to you to talk
to laugh and find a connection between me,
the sun and later the moon
when we kiss.

I will always be there.