No Longer I Am Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

your polite smile
is amusing me and an admission is
disarming it by May

when the wind will blow
and the rain will dampen
green grass


you will invite me
for the play on meadow
adorned in flowers

and I will give
from the flower bed you the fresh
nettle tea bred for you

you will feel how it is nestling
into you, when I treat you
with this pinching weed

you will be running
with your body being on fire up
to the morning

diverging I will write the sheet
of paper to you: bye - no longer
I am your darling.