Status Updates From Poems to Night

“Away, I asked you finally to taste my smile / (if it was not delectable), / in its irresistible approach behind the stars in the East / the angel waits that I make myself limpid. / / That no look, no trace of yours limits him, / when he steps into the clearing; / let him be the suffering that afflicted me, wild nature…”

so rilke u r my Husband and we live in Prague. hello my husband Rilke.