After all, why April 3

Do we make a big deal out of the small details
which seperate us from each other?
After all, I could very easily be you.
But it is frightening, we are supposed to be here
for a higher purpose.
What might that be?
The red of your eyes seems to fade into pink,
your lower regions of intimacy..
your nipples, your lips, your soft tummy
are like intaglio dreams, waiting to be dreamt.
Why is it that my palms are warm,
and yours are simple
cool,
soothing?
All the trouble inside my head is cooking a mute song
and all your hair is covering me,
I do not want this to pass – but it shall.
The window is open, the wind shall blow,
we shall get talking
of how you were alone last Sunday
and you missed me. And I shall think of who you missed,
and I shall think of myself and the feeling which is half
in my mind and half in yours, shall pass.
The wind shall take over,
we will talk of when I will come and meet you
again.