About you, I don't know
Is it worth the effort
     to put on a shirt
     if you kneel, tuck it up
          and lay it beside you to shine
          in soft folds of well-being?

About me, I don't know
I shut my eyes
     my hands guide you
     to where I want to feel myself
          and where you've been, your tongue
          left cinders on my skin

About our love, I don't know
Hormones guide us
     through the course of life
     with blinkers against the fear
          as a slave to our body
          which wants to enjoy with every cell

About my thoughts, I don't know
They only can follow
     what I experience, in the faith
     that I will make wise decisions
          won't worry about anything
          and will let come that I come
               because then I'm not thinking