Like a Dog / Letter to Brod

I'll never be able to possess her
But at best be confined, like a dog
To kiss the hand she absent-mindedly offers
She is the chief witness and the judge
Thus there's nothing I say to defend myself
She knows my crimes and knows my punishment
The regular diet of my imagination
Are fantasies like this one
I'm lying outstretched on the floor
Sliced up like roasted meat
And with my hand I slowly push a slice
Towards a dog in the corner
The regular diet of my imagination
Are fantasies like this one
I say this quite decidedly out of despair
But I doubt you despair