Ruby Tuesday
20.08.2006.
 (~colddanfeettan dA) I find you in the red song which I cannot catch And which makes me cry It's touching me with its irregular edges With the swish and swoosh of me and you that remain behind just like a shawl I turn around And there is nothing I look for you In your shadow Like an orgasm I cannot reach I try abundant of pushing To born that expected thing Abundant of tears (I imagine you in the gown of smiles, those insecure ones, which slip occasionaly through the net of your usually focused face) |