Figures
We are in love
And we are not in love
That is a game we play
When it is dark and light fades
The girls look at us with dark eyes
And they like that !
They look at us
One blonde the other dark but
Both with dark eyes and
When they look at you
You look away from their eyes
To their lips rouge, red whatever
It's not a game they play
They like to watch and pose
Not to stare
They want us to match their looks
To look at their eyes but not into them
But their looks, their pose
We can't match that.
Marilyn
M dances just like an angel
She is not an angel but she is loved more
An angel has a look
And she has more than a look
That's what you'd like to think
She can surprise She has a soul
She changes She has more than a mind
A body More than all that
She can change She chooses to change
To learn Maybe to love
To do what a person should do She thinks
Time Travelers
We are so human, so human but we are time travellers
Time travellers too,
When we travel through time
We are lonely but we like to travel
We like the skies, and the clouds that fade
We like diamonds how they shine and glare
And we like the colours when we look down
And we like the people who walk like us
Time travellers as well
They could be living in any time
And they like diamonds like us, you know
They like rubies too and sapphires
Because sapphires rubies diamonds never fade
And they never die
Only humans can die
But we can't see death, we can't see it at all
We can only visualise
But we are time travellers
And there is more to this world and these lives that we live
Than immortal things like diamonds
The Seducers
I like weekends when they are in shade
That’s when we wear hats to hide our eyes
Hats to shade us and hats to seduce flesh
To seduce other bodies and ourselves too
And that’s not all
We dress to seduce those
That watch us
And we wait
And the evening waits for the night
Seduction is no temptation
Hats too plain, dresses too
Gaudy dresses and no glamour too
And that’s not all
The night then does not wait for us.
A Red Night
There is another clown
It is the night
No men or women now and no difference
And no telling where lights are
Shining against the air
And the lights fill up around
Against human color, the shades and tints of the human
But the colors from the lights are not of flesh hue
But gorgeous synthetic red
Maybe scarlet too and these colors are not for clowns
The clown is the night
And the night alone fill up
With the colors of the night
The colors that belong to others.
Gypsy girl
Not a spirit in the air
But a girl!
With mind focused
But not on death
Because death was a stranger
She loves
She hopes and dreads and fears
With eyes focussed and blood-shot
With a face spoilt, muddied, fresh
With the air of the forest
Of the single wide forest
Not of nature in general
Her face blown by a wind that she didn’t want
Except to blow her face when she was hot
Or to cool her when she was hot and wanting to love
She was lonely but not now as the night shines
Now she is a girl more interested in the light of the moon
Not because of the light
But because it is in the sky
Scattering light
See how it scatters light
And she looked round and she wandered but not homewards
But in the direction where her mother sat with another
Her father is gone
And look at the lonely flames that scatter light too
Now only the flame silent in the light of the room
And the girl alone in her room
And she is not lonely, she says so too
Loneliness is a stranger that she doesn’t want to embrace