Garten literarischer Wirrungen / Garden of Literary Confusion

At the castle gate there is a green hortensia. Green leaves, green flowers. When the leaves droop, I take a plastic jug and run for water. Q...

In the early morning The silhouette of your body is dark in the morning in front of the dim light Of the curtained blinds. Lying in be...

The boy in the garden I want to put my bare hands together and make them sink hard as evening falls, as if they were lovers. May be...

I am the One and am the Twain I am the womb I am the sire I am the blow and am the slain I am the wood I am the fire I am the seer I...