I can see it
in the double-pane

people wear themselves
on their back

their shirts are tighter
than their skin

turkey guys raise their fan
more proudly than Mr. Peacock

.....with bound hands
.....they parade in the smell

.....of their dry-windy gut bacteria
.....and they let homeless people live

.....on the wet coins
.....from the old fountain of love

and I see myself
joining in to keep what I have

my dear self on my back
because I love my sweet

deceit

Depilated from inside
opened and closed around
the navel, the core
of the beauty of the body
and the pearl in my scar

Cherish me, cherish me
let me feel and feel
that you are there, you are there

It is not my skin that I soften
in the bath, it is my muscles
and my soul, warm and supple
they must be to myself
to keep myself together

Cherish me, cherish me
let me feel and feel
that you are there, you are there

How much inner, how much
internal fight do I yet have
ahead, how much injury
to suffer before I can't
don't want to, will not go on?

Cherish me, cherish me
let me feel and feel
that you are there, you are there

I awake with a start, from the heat
as if you were lying heavy on me

I don't make a sound, sleepily I turn
the duvet down. You are not here

The door is locked
it's quiet in the house

I think of Missy in the other room
see her eyes light up in the basket

pricked up at the slightest sound
I make, a sigh

turning my pillow over
the thought of a caress

Being in love may be enough
care and company, I can organise

I shouldn't want everything
and yet I must, I want to

give myself everything
as much as possible

Incense, myrrh, and gold:

gifts for the love of the child --


inside each of us!