Without Title

this is a poem for my unaquainted 
whom I hold in distance and foreigness 
standing upright in front of me, strong, 
courageous, proactive, his beautiful soul 
is radiating through clear eyes 
      -  my eyes 
there are people, who I do not recognize, 
some of them have
       ripped abs. 
fast-pasted and moving
       by this counterpart 
me on journeys and him remaining
       at home 
yes, home, this silent love, familiarness, 
cordial friendship and cheerfulness
of simple minds & don`t forget about me 
you my unknown Beloved 
       or after all 

Carmen K. Gross

Footage by CKG – Photograph “națarājāsana” (Foto shoot Stuttgart/Germany)

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