You, pushing flesh, you free us through our vulnerability, so free we are giddy!
You, with a smile as wide as the beaches of your home, a place I have never seen.
You, sharp mind sharp tongued honesty, which only feeds your beauty.
You folded into that window, wearing socks, a second-hand nylon jacket and nothing else, forming a shape that became the convex compliment to the concave frame, as if it had been wide-mouthed calling for you since the day this chateau was built in the Sachsen Alps. As if it had been wailing a plea for you to climb inside and weigh down its tongue, so no further words might be spoken because we have exiled speech and given amnesty to touch.