Distinction

When i touch

your skin

i am touched

from within

as at once

I conceive

you as me.

Somehow,

at least.

It’s a feast

to allow

my senses

to stop this

relentless

distinction.

Though I know

skin to skin

can never

be sin

I beware

of losing

my conscience.

You are one

one am I

and I bet

you will try

to find out

how much this

does amount to.

As we two

come in threes

we never

will freeze

you and me

are the world

around us.

Gert Röhrborn 22. Mai 2010 Poems No comments Trackback URI Comments RSS

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