What A Woman Gave Me
Nice and Warm
Do you have a secret?
with a voice attached?
Saying what?, I wonder.
I have secrets too.
But tonight they will not be exhumed.
Can you not be beautiful or charming,
Can you not be bright?
I've left my stories in the car
with the cigarettes.
Can you live without them?
Just tell me stories with your eyes.
Can you see a story in mine?
Can we just listen to the music and look at one another
Can we feel a passing mood.
Feel it's soft embrace and flow...
flow somewhere...not far but different.
Nice and warm.
A place of quiet and calm.
Can we just sit here?
Hold hands,breathe and relax,
Can our lives be rearranged for such radical doings?
Are we so forgotten and diminished that no one cares any longer
what strange pleasures we seek together?
Stunted and blocked, is sitting close merely enough?
Or does this stillness lead to other paths?
Can you breathe away the things you want to tell me?
Could we send our minds away on a made-up errand?
Do you really need my thoughts?
My history seems false and boring to me
Could we do it another time?
Can we just like the other
without even trying to explain why
or even giving it a name?
Can't you feel the emotions in my face
without the sound of my voice guiding you?
Can we just hold hands like little children
just because it feels nice.
Nice and warm.
Can you see in my eyes why you can't impress me
and can you feel my own lack of understanding?
Why would we even need such things?
If no one else knows
and if we don't tell...
Then we could be safe in this silence.
Our two lives joined in this moment,
without vows or candles,
does it have to signify anything?
That you were alive and sat with another
so quietly that you fell below the flow of time
where the breath of the bodies sat swirling and
living between the two mouths.
Quiet, in a dark booth.
Would anyone else have to know
that we were warm?
Without games and jokes, goals or agendas
Life is almost death save for the scent of breath,
the tang of a living mouth.
And in such a state, if you feel the touch of another
you will not forget that
You will feel it in such a way...
On the quietest of nights you will hear its' call