Well, I would call that love (No. 2)
In those nights,
if I could reach you,
this is what I’d say:
‘Forsake your God
(for something nobler)
and, for me,
(although it’s cold)
undress yourself
of pretence.’
With love, I know
you’d find me here –
wrapped-up, you’d
step down damplit streets,
and let yourself into this empty room,
and sit with me on this wooden floor,
and talk me down from my fear.
if I could reach you,
this is what I’d say:
‘Forsake your God
(for something nobler)
and, for me,
(although it’s cold)
undress yourself
of pretence.’
With love, I know
you’d find me here –
wrapped-up, you’d
step down damplit streets,
and let yourself into this empty room,
and sit with me on this wooden floor,
and talk me down from my fear.
