Nuschka Songtext
von Kris Gruen

You are a jar of milk with a small black label
A whisper like rice paper fire
It′s lavish ash on a marble table
The swallowing song of a black cherry lyre

Brown hair entangles your pale repose
Breasts medallion sun lore
Our solar tryst in a foreign prose
Tie ghost strings taut across
Your pyramid door

Jolie nuschka, so beautiful


I'm afraid to be alone with you
I′m finding out just what
A black and white can do
Seems love was so surreal in 1932
I'm afraid to be alone with you

Your thick raw wind fills hands like stems
Your slow rhythm wrapping, an ivy vine climb
You've got swans wings rising
From your throat bed of gems
A confessional poem with a shyness
To it′s rhyme

Jolie nuschka, so beautiful

And it doesn′t matter that you're
Only on a page
In a book that flatters women of a distant age