SYRINX Poem by Norbert Hummelt

a hot breath on my neck that woke me: you were sliding your
tongue into my ear I was already dreaming when you lay
down beside me so freshly showered and wearing no pyjamas.

then we lay there staring at the ceiling. you reproached me for
my wordless accusation. all I would say was that I would not
say anything more for now. then we spoke and only stumbled

even more. the darkness I am wandering through is total.
even the trams outside are empty at this hour. only my
footsteps echoing on the pavement. the first light emerging

from the bakeries. the first birds waking up. perhaps you are
asleep. but I'm the coldest of all and cannot forgive
myself. the only thing redeeming me is your hot breath.