THE BOXER
Could you teach me the innocence of a deep sleepWhen the sound of rain is soft and soporific on a roof made of metalAnd fills me with a lethargy of contentmentMy breathing is shallow and my heart beats gentle
Could I lie beside you completely stillParalyzed with longing and fearToo awed to dare to be myselfToo introverted and self-conscious to draw you near
Could the stars be never ending in a vast expanse of lost horizonCould a person think of someone else exclusively without exceptionWhy do you want to speak, you only get one chance to be a strangerTalk to me slowly with infinite patience, your touch is a truth serum on the tongue of a liar
Without me in your life, Picasso would still be beautifulAnd someone else would find all the wrong things to sayYou would melt on them like cotton candy, pink soft skin and hairAnd only in anger note the absence of my tender caress or sigh and wish that I was there