You asked for me inn modern
I fell on my knees and prayed

Lest not forget
all we have undone

Tonight I am seams and threads

Tonight you seldom ask

Why Am I alone…

Do I sleep
I rest slum

Is my feet in the pie dish
Did blessings bring me to none

My babe

Don’t weep
Tonight we are alone

Only this alley knows our whispers

But together I am none

I must…. You say
Of course

Which you know means … I am a desert…
If there ever was one!

If you cut off my toes I shall learn to dance…

Goodnight
Dear sir

You know this is for you!

until we meet

sometimes we crash through glass

when we fail to see our reflection
when all we see is what's on the other side
and we go to it...

then we find ourselves bleeding
and in pain
and we are confused
because we didn't know there are barriers...

until we meet them