That feeling

Als ich nachher von dir ging
An dem großen Heute
Sah ich, als ich sehn anfing
Lauter lustige Leute.

Und seit jener Abendstund
Weißt schon, die ich meine
Hab ich einen schönern Mund
Und geschicktere Beine.

Grüner ist, seit ich so fühl
Baum und Strauch und Wiese
Und das Wasser schöner kühl
Wenn ich's auf mich gieße.



We're studying Brecht in german class, and I quite like this particular poem. I presented it to the class today, with some interpretation and such, and I almost felt a bit shy to talk about it, since it's obviously about a sexual encounter and not necessarily love.
I wanted to keep talking about this here, where I don't have to stutter in german in front of classmates most of who neither know nor care about the vague difference between love and affection. Being in love is great, but having slept with someone is a type of connection too. Of course I don't mean you're eternally connected to someone you've slept with, but it changes things, it really does. It sort of breaks a physical boundary and not only does it now feel perfectly fine to stand so close you just might merge, presuming no one is around to make assumptions, but you almost crave this presence. When the person is close enough to you, it's like the air vibrates, like you can feel the heat radiate from their skin and only by looking at their lips feel them against your own.
The longing makes for most of the excitement. The shallowness, the painful longing for more, all the while knowing, or even seeking comfort in the fact, that it will come to an end sooner rather than later, that you will move on and start all over with someone new.
I think Brecht was on to something.

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