Not tonight
not even if you creep foam-fooled
into the bed, offering the salt
taste of you flesh

How can we exchange nudities tonight
when the shells on oceans bed
are wailing for the dead? The corpse
this morning, slumped at the crossroads
crying after a speeding car and
the woodpeckers hammering away at the shadows

A man should come to his woman whole
not when the mind, like perverted
sunflower, turns it´s face to darkness only

Tonight the fires will only feed
the cold, let us fasten our belts
observe the no smoking sign
lying spaced between sombre thoughts