This morning I woke up
Felt like a monk
Silently observing something celibate
I’ve been dreaming of a dream of love
Feels like I’m obsolete
Giving away pieces of me
No loving in return for what I give you easily
I take it back
You take everything
Just like poetry unrecited
I think of us
And the moon turns iodine red
I’ve go no reservations,
Not going anywhere
Neither is this but what do you care
We could keep on getting deeper to reach the nothing
Nowhere
I could be what you want me to be
But that wouldn’t mean that much to me
I’m aware of my own importance you close your eyes to see
The fire that burns in you is desire that isn’t mine to free
Just like poetry unrecited
I think of us and the moon turns iodine red
What was then is now undecided
I think of us and the moon turns iodine red