Fiddler on the Roof

That broken house is there for all to see –
But what of the broken heart?

The wounded flesh one can hardly hide –
But what of wounded pride?

An enemy's betrayal we all grieve –
But what if a friend were to deceive?

Bullets and sabers cut bloody deep
But what of the sharp word and the hurtful deed?

All unseen pain hurts doubly beneath,
When there is no one else to share it with...

Let me kiss you my friend
Before I say goodbye forever

Let me fold you in my arms
Before I bid adieu

Let me whisper "good luck" to you my comrade

May our paths cross again
In another time and another space
In fairer clime than this...

If ever you've loved
You'd know the pain and sorrow
Love can bring.

Yet even that is dearer to me
Than not to have
Known love at all...

I write to you when I can't speak to you

An imaginary you that speaks with words
That I put in there myself

An imaginary you that touches me in ways
That I want you to

I write to you even when I know you will never read me

The uneven texture
Of your stubbly cheek
Your heady odour
Your strong shoulders
What have you done to me?
Why do I long to lose myself in you?

Look at me and
I could drown in your eyes
Smile at me and
I could kiss your lips
Talk to me and
Your gravelly voice sends shivers down my spine...

What have I done to suffer this?

Crush my softness
Drink my nectar
And let me drown in you
For God's sake let me soak in your soul...

What have you done that I never want to wake up again?

visions of you; of us together
send goosebumps on my skin
heats my blood
and hastens my breath

visions and sensations
as real to me
as the space I move in

how do I survive
tripping against such thresholds
that veil my inner world from my outer...
as unreal for me
as your love

non-existent