On the floor I listen
to you, far away in the house
the sounds linger somewhere

on their way - you soar
like a bird and suddenly
there are questions diving down

on me, that paralyse me
(Sometimes it's your hands
  around my breasts or your mouth
  your sucking mouth)

The ceiling is empty, nothing
to see, only to feel
but I don't even whisper
I hear your footsteps

go, exposed
without answers
you leave me lying here

I cannot hear you anymore
as if I'm alone
or am I?