The world is falling apart and nobody cares. You know
that love should be there to caress your sweet skin, forgetting old age and blisters.
The earth is shrinking, the air thinning, and all the animals counting their lasts.
Why take your hand from my forehead? It needs some comfort and a shade, for a moment the illusion to be touched and belong.
Life in water, air, that used to be so plentiful, so strong and glorious, has been raped and battered so badly that it hurts to see the victims gape in bewilderment.
Give me your eyes, show me the sadness of the world, the life that flows and the fire of desire. Don't look away, keep them open until your body drifts into mine. Night will tell us forgotten stories of the world.
June 89
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