Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Naked Human

the red suns turns small and distant,

desire sinks like a limp rubber-animal –

glued-together limbs loosen

slowly bursting –

happy smiles with eyes closed –

timid kisses – not as a request,

but as: how lovely it was –

hair is brushed aside –

the bodies push themselves a little,

so that no arms sleep

and no breasts are squeezed –

now I will sleep!

me too!

everything runs backwards into nothingness

like a filament bulb glows, before it is turned off –