Son of Venus

Inhaling the smell
of your hair 
Cloudy smoke turns into 
dizzy 
air 
Like salty taste of your skin 
and of soap 
A drop of sweat is running 
down your back 
so pure 

Rain falls down on my knees in the street 
Hair on your neck is standing so still 
May I try to raise a smile on your face 
Son of Venus, my muse, goodbye 

The deep embrace has not 
been lasting for long 
Silence burnt your skin, 
your 
strange eyes got so cold 
Paper dishes 
fill my wooden floor 
but it´s not 
your sperm 
No it´s not 
your sperm 
it´s 
tears 

Rain falls down on my knees in the street 
Hair on your neck is standing so still 
May I try to raise a smile on your face 
Son of Venus, my muse, goodbye