Some people never get that

If and when I knock 

You should open 

And let me in

I am

The morning breeze

I'll find my way 

Through your unending name 

I'll find my way 

Through your indifference and mercy

An evening when the sun drops in to the sea

And the waters turn blood slowly 

I'll call it dawn

A morning when the sun arrives 

Pregnant and pale

I'll call it dusk

If you let me

I'll fill you up

With 

Black roses and sunflowers

My hair, I'll leave open

For you to feel on your skin

And I promise when I look at you 

Your insides will burn

(don't worry, I don't have superman's eyes or shaktiman's X ray vision)

There is so much

Humour in me

And a consuming desire 

To hear you laugh free 

And when tears roll down your eyes 

I'll lick them

And with the salt on my lips

I'll kiss you

And then you can tell me 

All the things that you don't 

Like what happened to you 

That makes it so easy

To walk out on someone 

You can talk to

You still have to grow up

If you don't know that's a luxury

I get you

You get me

Some people never get that.

Picture by Dick Bruinsma