hamburger.
a place for the night.
The bed is cleaned,
warm and soft,
and the room is
shabby.
But a new love awaits,
on a cup of tea,
a life of waking up.
Look out the window at my lawn,
there grew weeds on the concrete while I
played in my sun,
and overcame problems,
overcame the walls in the lost hours.
Enjoyment is a necessity in my heart,
but no,
not too much,
not too little,
I have many a expectation.
When I'm in the room,
my heart beats,
when one leaves and the other comes in.
A bit of talent is on sale,
but refinement is still there,
so be careful not to ruin your own home.
For a dive in this cold,
we don't tolerate pleasure, and we want to die.
And at night, when you're asleep,
I'll turn on a light,
the windows are closed,
we pretend you'll never leave.
In the depths of pleasure,
always a desire for your smile,