my body's breathing
the hymn of Ischtar
eyebrows`s round and the spell
of my cells.
we celebrate the unity of
the two in the one.
my heart beats, red juices are
painting roses awakening.
I serve you my teeth tattoos
my fingers circling on the
arrow: like to hear you cry
at the edge of the mountain
when the unicorn`s birthing the future.
Anke Ames, 7. Dezember 2003
Und das indigo des gebets
Die sprache lügt schamlos
Das schweigen erfüllt das rund
Und klingt im grün;