I hate love-songs!
I hate love-songs.
I hate couples.
All this hugging, kissing, squeezing,
all this whispering, giggling, moaning, teasing –
What's it for?
Does anybody really FEEL the other one?
Are there really two souls in touch?
Or only bodies, voices, hands…
tongues and lips,
while the mind is absent, somewhere
All these superficial bodies, tongues and lips,
hands to hips
and even more –
THEY all have the right to stay in touch,
although their touches are empty;
minds and souls and hearts
are not allowed to stay in touch!
I'd cry out in pain
if I had the voice and courage
to do so,
I'd shriek hysterically
and demand what is mine –
to spend my time with the one
who understands and enriches my soul;
to give my heart to him
and maybe, later,
the right to share
my thoughts and feelings with
the one who opens my eyes to a new point of view;
the right to show him
my paintings and poems and maybe,
my sensuality as well...