why is it true for me and for you
but for the ones i love and who love me (i hope)
there is no truth around, only the ropes
around our necks with which we are bound
to hang each other, the ones i love and i,
over and over, again and again, why?
i find that i think of you with a smile in my eyes
but in a wink i have less patience with my own
whom i love (they hope) and my side i hide,
my charming side, the hard hide comes to the fore
i sweep it along, my hard hide threatens
all but you, stranger in my circle of sky, why?
i wish that we could talk of this some time
and the many sweetnesses we deal
i could tell you how kind i can be and you could
tell me where it is you feel that safety dwells
when it comes by or we could dare each other to be happy
besides here where we may meet, per chance
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there are a few people i would want to dedicate this to, so i'm not sure what to do. i wrote it specifically for someone on wp, long ago.
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Poesiamy personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me
