why

sometimes my darling

your question drives me mad

my knuckles turn white and I don't respond

I'm ashamed

but I hope that you'll forget

that you wanted to know

but sometimes my angel

I thirst for this curiosity

and believe with all my might that you

really want to know

I entertain this quest

and provide simple, pure and direct

words, ideas, facts

so as not to insult you

then sometimes my love

I dive head first into your eyes

and spin the most fantastic swirls of dreams

out of space and time and sound and sense

and I'm not concerned about losing you

or if you can or want to follow me

because this is where I really am

where I'm familiar

for the you that will always be