Coming up
You bring a sweet
and soft
Warmth to me
Your lovely smile of
tenderness
Makes me feel so
entire
And lucky
There is no sorrow
and trouble
In these moments
But a silent and
deep
Ache and tired
sadness
Like a fine, long
knife
Thrusted slowly into
my heart
Your eyes tell me
that
I won’t die about
it
So I don’t cry
And will stay alive
You move
Closer to me
Take me in your arms
A kiss on my cheek
Only a short, tender
touch
You hold me tight
and warm
- As if I was vulnerable chicken.-
Protecting
Is it love?
Is it friendship?
The chicken’s got
a beg
And the sweet girl
can change into storm
Only God knows
How much I love you
I wanted to give you
all my love
And everything you’d
need
Why can’t I be
your woman?
Oh, I will live
without you
- But my love will die…
(for Matt, June
1994)
