Eva Gerlach
VIRUS (2)
2
As long as I touch you you live.
Hawk up, sweat, turn. As long as
I gently stroke your skin your heart
on its tin drum your squeaky breath your blood must
round and round. As long as I keep on folding
your legs back into bed you may not
arrive where. Or if you near choke,
froth on your lips and I suck it off and you
whine while I shake you call out your 10,000
names 1 by 1. As long as I grasp you you can’t
just die. Don’t care how still you lie.
VIRUS (2)
VIRUS (2)
2
Zolang ik je aanraak leef je.
Rochelt zweet draait. Zolang
ik over je vel strijk moet je
hart op zijn drumvat je adem van piep je bloed
rond en rond Zolang ik steeds weer je benen
terugvouw in bed mag je niet
aankomen waar. Of als je bijna stikt
schuim op je lippen en ik het wegzuig en je
jankt terwijl ik je schud je 10.000 namen
roep 1 voor 1. Zolang ik je beetheb kan je
niet dood hoe stil je ook ligt
From: Hier
Publisher: De Arbeiderspers, Amsterdam
VIRUS (2)
2
As long as I touch you you live.
Hawk up, sweat, turn. As long as
I gently stroke your skin your heart
on its tin drum your squeaky breath your blood must
round and round. As long as I keep on folding
your legs back into bed you may not
arrive where. Or if you near choke,
froth on your lips and I suck it off and you
whine while I shake you call out your 10,000
names 1 by 1. As long as I grasp you you can’t
just die. Don’t care how still you lie.
From: Hier
VIRUS (2)
2
As long as I touch you you live.
Hawk up, sweat, turn. As long as
I gently stroke your skin your heart
on its tin drum your squeaky breath your blood must
round and round. As long as I keep on folding
your legs back into bed you may not
arrive where. Or if you near choke,
froth on your lips and I suck it off and you
whine while I shake you call out your 10,000
names 1 by 1. As long as I grasp you you can’t
just die. Don’t care how still you lie.
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