Language for LVT    

I run across the woods,
avoid symmetrical fields,
and crash into the chalk mountain.
I search for words to report of you,
equivalents to your lips,
tongue, cheeks and boyish hair.

I can not find you; therefore,
I search for a language for you.
I might not return with butterflies,
a starry sky or a dark ocean.

But I know, if I ever return,
you will infuse my mind with words
and press me to your little breasts
and let me taste your tongue.

Anwar Al-Ghassani
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
(written in the train from Berlin to Hamburg)