Poems by Nelferch Merchoed
A drink from Your hands
for G
You hand me water
In glass of crystal clearness,
catching rays of the sun.
The glass is ice-cold, dewy.
Our fingers touch –
the glass is shaking,
bearing tiny rainbows
from pure light.
We laugh,
A multicolored laughter,
In our throats, in our eyes.
Diffracted in the water’s song.
The water is refreshing , icy though -
I’m drinking down your looks
Into my heart.
I know deep in my soul:
I never will regret
You taught me drinking
From the coldest well.