Why has it stopped again?
This world
To the sound of sobs?
Even in rest it spins
To the rhythm of bottles.
Empty clanging bottles.
Truth or dare?
Little do they know
They are one and the same.
You or me?
Who is it?
Who this time?
You make me suffer.
And I love you all the more.
When skins brush in love
They don't remember colour.
You green. Me red.
Dirty brown or bright orange
You choose.
My god speaks nothing.
He has no colour or name.
He is never and ever.
He makes no difference.
I love your father.
For love hath no Partition.