The first morning of my fear
And my thoughts quivering
where in this world the
top might be?
Loneliness forbidden
Coiled mind bleeding
Never again limpid
and still the stupid hope
No use of you whom
answer I would ask
Heavy warm hands
on my shoulder
so lovingly so greed
we’ve lost all chance
before even starting to dream

minutes are handlers and we
don’t even know
seldom noticing the doors ones

and my fingers on your skin