The world at our backs.
The foreign birds in hiding.
Feeding on their bitter
tears and lost causes.
And everybody is wondering.
Does this place allow love?
Not a deep dramatic
role to be found.
It is not easy.
But I look on your eyes.
and I can do better.
Whenever we talk, we embrace.
A reunion of souls.
And when we kiss,
a love of nakedness and lust.
Hearts wedded to the
turning sky and borrowed
seed that leaps inside.
Let us live in our
collective memory.