Luftpost, 1931

Une lettre en chocolat à l'altitude de croisière.

Inquiring at the Round Window

Through the round window of the plane
I see a flying siren,
thirty-three thousand feet above the ocean,
confounding blue with the shine of sky.

I see two day-stars, your eyes.

“Why?” they ask.

Simply put, I’m curious.

C’est tout.

I carved a window in the sky.

Send me your love letter.
Send it to me.

I’ll drink your orange ink
in one shot.

I promise.
And I’ll shut up.

I won’t tell anybody
how drunk I was,
struck by your Helen of Egypt beauty,
your eyes like a plane’s round window
from where I can see
the vastness of the sea of heavens.

Your reflection
flooding my thirsty heart
of blue water.

I had my sweet love letter
in orange wrap.

I love chocolate,
but I love it more
between your lips.

“Do you want it?”

The Angel smiled:
“Thank you for the chocolate.”

I smiled back:
“Thank you for the flooding.”

Luft Hansa Schöne Frau.

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