Now and not then.
I knew once I saw you.
I hadn’t been underground for 600 days
and 600 nights.
Only God knows how many different aMUSEments
you were dipping your ink into.
Forfeiting all blame
you confess: "Just a man after all..."
We are supposed to meet now and not then.
I recognize you immediately...
for your words erupt like quicksand beneath my feet
sinking me into the deep like no other.
I meant what I said before...
cross over that bridge and find me when you're ready.
Our souls have already met a lifetime ago and made love,
leaving our future so simple now and uncomplicated.
until we get things right.
Will I recognize love?
Yes, that's why my shadow traces in step with yours.
It may not be the love on television.
Black and white.
It may be the shared kind.
Our favourite kind.
Drifting alone once more,
I wait for you...
despite your selfish brooding
inside these walls of despair
in that hallow cave shrouded in darkness.
Once your ink touches mine,
all is right in our fragile, little world.
All is much brighter.
Resign yourself freely
for I am young and I am tough.
I can take you on, old man
and I plan to
for I am stubborn as a mule.
So go on, darling,
in your cold, calculative demeanor
attachments between us.
Wail against the fates or
storm against the heaven or hell
that brought us to this point in our story...
This is it, my darling.
We have poetry and love to make together.
This is us.
Not just here in the depths of the deep.
Someday, I will be topless,
lying next to you in the daylight
as you read aloud to me
and I stroke you gently for inspiration.
Am I ashamed?
My scars signify my struggle.
and I carry them with me,
exposing them to few.
Only revealing old wounds now and then
to the one's like you, darling,
who are willing to look closely
and see the beauty
inside peeled blisters of skin.
I do not expect you to fully grasp
the measure of what is happening now.
Do not fear, my love.
We have been here before
and it will keep on
like an endless ripple.
Until we meet again
and get it right...