Way before the awakening The pink hair, the men, the crazy life (should I call it merely life?) There was you.
Blue Danish eyes Entrance me into a whole new world Soft womanly shape Open a girl’s mind.. You were there when there was nothing… II Gitte you lie in me like a shadow of what could be lustful promise of girls all of them in my bed! III Like a crack on the wall through which the air starts to ooze inside you were the first fresh I ever breathe since months…
Gitte is the beautiful name of a Danish middle aged women I had a crush on a few years ago. I wrote this poem thinking about her.