i will write this to you
as if we were lovers
and time and circumstance haven't played
thier ugly tricks on us
and we pretend
that everything is just memories and our hearts
are not real...
i will write this to you
as if we were friends
and once strolled down empty avenues like all those famous stories
and you were holding my hand because you needed to...
I will write this to you
as if you always were
...
as if days found you
looking out a frosted window remembering something
i once said...
...as if you were real
...as if i had tasted your lips ...
your sadness
your darkness and your pain
as if...
But the is world so vast
(Heart in all things)
...i am just one man
the world renews
spitting out
one more beautifull thing
it has made
out of our hatreds and indifferences forcing us to recognize love
forcing us to go on
(all these people)
...
and i am still a stranger
my convictions
have led me
to this empty room
where i never meant
to hide away
from anyone
any impossibilty...
And here I am
Now
now
that you have exposed yourself
so bare
when the only truth you left
is your own nakedness
when the blood you taste in your mouth
is the blood of all people
when your skin
is all humanity
yet no one
gives it
touch
