A knock on my door
Tells me I'm not dead,
I've been hours laying on this couch
Watching the curtain going back and forth,
I thought I was dead,
Unconscious,
Waiting.
I get up as quickly as I can towards the door,
It takes me a minute
To travel the infinite space
That separates me from it,
From you.
One minute or one week,
I've been dead for so long
That time in itself is not.
I open the door and it's you,
Of course,
With your killer smile,
Your intelligent look.
And you come in without saying a word,
Without taking your eyes from mine.
You sit in that couch
Where I was dead
A minute ago,
An hour, a month.
I sit next to you,
Nervous,
Only you have that power
Over my nerves.
You talk to me,
You tell me your story,
I can't stop looking at those eyes,
I listen, wanting to kiss you,
And I do, but you don't respond to my kiss,
You act annoyed?
Amused?
Mysterious.
You keep talking
As if that kiss had never happened,
I look at you, I think I've died again,
I'm more nervous than before,
I want you gone,
But I'll follow you anywhere.
You talk about the men who love you,
A bunch of nervous fellas,
They worship you,
So do I.
You keep talking,
I can see in your eyes that you want me,
I don't trust those eyes,
I don't trust myself when you're around.
I come near and whisper two words in your ear,
Get out.
