Uncomplicated

I’ve never been complicated,
Using still water in crystal glasses
As a mouthwash
Sinking ships for the enjoyment of the viewer
Or elaborating dirty schemes of conquest
In the hidden drawer of my bed light illuminated desk

And now you take my hand
As if you had found the secret power
Of will killing
And I feel lost when you show me the hills
The golden crops, the hesitating sunset
Born in the corner of my nervous green eye

An unsettled thrill squeezes in
Underneath the surface
Of my chest
As I pray for you to take me by force –
My consent pending, documentation sent back –
To the world of carefree butterflies

I feel sleepless
Without the weight of your body
Evenly spread on me
I feel less myself when you’re not here
Plowing the hills, picking the crops,
Showing me the way into the dusk.