Stefan is currently working at the Goethe Institute in Chicago, translating his poems into English as he has time. He will soon be returning home to Frankfurt, Germany.
On the lake
Feel the
breath
of my fingertips
on your skin
Your eyes
get lost in
nearness
Words scratch along the veins
forgetting to exhale
Remembering at
a time without remembrances
drops of dawn
sparkle in the air
For
a moment
simulating intimacy
Sound
becomes
smells
become
colors
become bruises
condense
bluely
on a white-shimmering underground
and lose their meaning
The moon
dances to our feet
into
another world
turn thoughts
back
to a kneefall in front of the stars
silently
trembling
float
clouds through between us
Sunken worlds move behind them
like
spiderwebs
each other spinning in their strings
Never again
we
will be
so close to the bank.
