I’m always forced to leave.
Godforsaken,
I’m Adam
Banished from your Garden;
I walk around in daytime,
Lose myself in crowds
And grieve for your lips.
Stray drops of rain
Deepen the pain
Remind me of your tenderness.
So, that's where I am.
I want to be alone tonight
In the silence and the dark
And ponder what’s missing
In my life and my art.
My words in print
Detached from me
Free me from the burden
Of sensitivity.
But I need the desert
And the absence
Of your company
To awaken in me
The longing for your mystery.
