אנשים משתמשים זה בה זה
כמרפא לכאבם. אחד את השני
שמים על הפצעים הקיומיים שלהם
על העיין על הערוה, על הפה ועל היד הםתוחה
תופשים זה את זה ולא רוצים להניח
People use each other
as a healing for their pain. They put each other
on their existential wounds,
on eye, on cunt, on mouth and open hand.
They hold each other hard and won’t let go.
To F.
You have won
What you wanted
All I’ve given
You’re not the one
Inside out shifting your doubt
Ride your highways
I’m not the one
Now I get caught up
In the sun
Feels like fire
Fire uh
Fire uh uh
Fire uh
You have won
What you hunted
All I’ve given
You’re not the one
You are one
With your moments
All I’ve given
Now I must run
How I get caught up
in the sun
Feels like fire
Fire uh
Fire uh uh
Fire uh
You are one
With your moments
All I’ve given
Circles the sun
Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire
To F.
Thorns of Anger
You moulded from my pain raisins
Grafted delicately with
Heated disconcerting
Dedication of burning ice
Of the softness of meat
Sliced with a butchers knfie
And the sturdy precision
Of hallow heart stone
At last you handed me
A rose of blood
Pressing my hands
To absorb its thorns
Deep inside
So I have no choice
But to let you go
Wounded
To F.
