Zywa
I kissed men
So many lives I've lived
intertwined with what I did
and said to the people
I could touch
I kissed men
without kissing them
I've been abandoned
betrayed and beaten
as if it were real
and in my fantasy I slept
with friends I hugged
every now and then
My life is more
I am more
sympathy than blood and sweat
but all tears are real
Though powerlessly, I love
the people I look in the eye
through glasses of chance
glasses of words
or a camera, and
I love my neighbours
though it is routine
and falling short
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