I wouldn't have need you
if I were in possession of myself!
If my heart was obedient to my mind
And my body, cold to the touch of your hand!
I wouldn’t have felt your absence
If I were not made to be yours,
If I wouldn’t dream of you –
Conscious and asleep, of you and your kiss.
Countless faces on the streets and in my dreams
Passing through their lives as a wind,
as a storm - to ruin their insensible concentration
in an impossible scenario without “you&me”.
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