Sweet ghost, why do you visit me br as in other times our bodies visited each other? br Your transparency dampens my skin br coming together in caresses that can never happen br no one ever received a kiss from a vanished face. br br But you insist, sweetness. I hear your voice, br the same voice, the same tone, br the same light syllables br and the same deep breath of longing br with which you dissolved in pleasure. br br And our final rest from love, br then I am convinced, that I hear your name, br the only part of you that hasn't dissolved br and that continues existing, pure sound. br I embrace what? br The mass of air you have turned into. br And I kiss, I kiss the nothingness intensely. br My beloved destroyed being, why do you return br and are you as real as you are illusory? br br I no longer can tell if you are a shadow br or if you always were a shadow, and our story br is fiction in a painfully deciphered book. br Will I one day know your real body br as today I know how br to embrace the mist as one embraces br a platonic ideal in space? br Does desire endure for you who no longer are br dear absent one, to persecute me gently? br I never thought that the dead br would have the same passion as in past days br and that they could transmit it to us with kisses br of blazing fire and multi-colored ice. br br Your burning visit consoles me br Your burning visit desolates me br Your visit, hardly a pittance of charity.