I'm thinking of your love
so sweet
and sticky
pasting us togetether like glue
and you look up to me
with thy huge brown eyes
and for a sec
I see them rollin'
over the dirty floor
where we just did it last night
I can hear the birds outside
and I remember
that spring will come soon
and that the woods ground won't be frozen anymore
when it's covered with flowers
and I'm glad
that thy fragile body
is easily to be carried